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Sometimes he leans over me, kissing me so hard, my chest feels like it's bursting from oxygen deprivation and his weight crushing me, heightening every single one of my senses. His fingers stretching me, the sound of my wetness filling the room as he tells me what a good little slut I am for him.
And finally, when I think I'm actually going to die, when every single nerve ending is primed to the point of pain, even his breath on my inner thigh making me gasp he finally says...
"Are you ready, Luna?"
I can't even reply with words, just clench my pussy around his fingers, and he curls them up, pressing against my G-spot, his tongue flicking hard and fast, never stopping…
My entire body tenses one last time, and then my orgasm rips through me, feeling like it's pulling apart my mind and soul, bright white blinding light blasting through my cells as the climax I've been waiting for rips the air from my lungs.
And I'm pretty sure I pass out whimpering his name.
As I swim back to the surface, it's to the feel of Kingsley's tongue gently lapping at me, wet, soft.
"Fuck," I whisper, feeling my feet still tied to the chair.
Not that I care. My whole body collapses, limp, on the desk.
"You are spectacular, my little slut," he growls, as he slowly strips, pulling his shirt off.
I peek through my lidded eyes to see his entire front is drenched, his face glistening with my cum.
"Oh my god, did I..."
"Yes. And it was fucking divine."
I scrunch my face up, slightly embarrassed. I've never squirted before. Never even close.
I push myself up on my elbow, looking down to see his desk covered in the gushing evidence of my incredible orgasm, my cum.
"Sorry."
"Shhh," he says, untying my restraints, and leaning over to press a kiss to my sore ankles, running his fingertips over the red skin.
He reaches for my ruined dress and pulls it over my head, throwing it to the side.
The smell of my sex fills the air.
Standing up, he leans towards me, his cock thick, hard, already wet at the tip.
I sit up, reach down between my legs collecting my wetness and wrap my fist around him, pumping his shaft.
His breath hisses between his teeth as he grips the back of my head and rams his tongue down my throat.
He tastes like ... us. My cum on his face, but the same sweet oak that he almost smells of.
"You drive me fucking feral, Luna," he growls, dragging his teeth down my throat.
Then brushing my hand away from his cock, he grabs me around the waist and flips me onto my stomach like I'm a ragdoll in his arms.
He kicks my legs apart. My stomach glides on his slick desk and he slams his cock inside me.
"Fuck!"
His voice is as rough, as savage as the way he's fucking me.
"Your pussy is so fucking wet and tight."
Pinning my arms to the small of my back, he fucks me like he has no other goal in life. My body is sliding along the desk with every thrust.
