Bluebeard by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page A

care. The questions, the answers, the talking, that would come later. Her body was doing all her communicating right now and it was speaking loud and clear, her thighs taut, belly quivering, pussy clamped down around the silicone cock, her juices so copious they were falling in droplets on the black mat below.
     
    “I’m going to lick you.” He tongued the indent of her navel, tracing his lips along the top edge of her pubic hair. “I’m going to make you come all over my face. And I want you to keep that cock inside of you, do you understand?”
     
    His beard tickled her thighs. She nodded, helpless. “Yes. Yes.”
     
    His breath was hot over her mound and she shifted her hips as much as she could with the restraints pulled tight, aching. He chuckled, using his fingers to part her labia, blowing gently on her clit. The sensation made her quiver with lust.
     
    “If I didn’t want to taste you so bad, I’d make you touch yourself.” His lips pressed against her clit, kissing her softly, like he’d kissed her mouth. “You’re so pretty when you make yourself come.”
     
    She gaped down at him, mouth open, eyes wide. He didn’t see… he couldn’t have…
     
    But of course he had.
     
    Blue chuckled again. “I have instant access to every video feed in this house on my laptop.”
     
    She closed her eyes, unable to bear the humiliation, knowing that he’d watched her. He knew she’d seen that video of him fucking those groupies. He knew she had masturbated, had seen her climax right there on his bed.
     
    “Don’t forget.” His mouth, oh god, his mouth, kissing her pussy more deeply now, focused on her clit. His fingers moved to press the toy deeper inside, making her groan. “Keep this inside you.”
     
    “Yes,” she agreed. She would agree to anything, as long as he didn’t stop doing what he was doing.
     
    “After I make you come…” His tongue made little circles, pausing so he could speak, driving her mad. “I’m going to fuck my wife.”
     
    She gasped, her breath crystallized in her throat.
     
    “It’s about time I fucked my wife, don’t you think?” He smiled, his beard glistening already with her juices.
     
    “Oh yes,” she breathed, wishing she could touch him, wanting to bury her hands in his dark hair, guide his tongue where she wanted it to go.
     
    But Blue didn’t need any help in that regard. His tongue found her instantly, focused, persistent. He knew exactly what he was doing, covering her completely with his mouth, flattening his tongue, making her wait, then pointing it, flicking it, driving her wild, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
     
    “Ohhh!” she moaned, hips rocking, feeling the cock inside her slipping. No, no, no! But his tongue distracted her, broke her concentration, making her pussy spasm involuntarily, the dildo slowly giving into gravity. “Oh Blue! Oh god!”
     
    “Mmmmm!” He shook his head from side to side like he had that day at the pool, shaking water droplets out of his hair, her clit caught between his lips.
     
    That did it. Her climax rocked her hips straight out from the wall, her limbs forced taut by the restraints on her wrists and ankles. He grabbed her hips, stilling her, keeping her right where he wanted her, his tongue lashing at her aching, throbbing clit, her pussy pulsing with pleasure around the cock buried in her flesh.
     
    She let her body go slack against the restraints, letting them hold her up, letting Blue hold her too, his arms wrapped around her hips. His hand found its way between her legs and she hissed and squirmed as he slowly twisted the dildo inside of her.
     
    “Easy,” he murmured, pulling gently. “Let it go now. Let it go.”
     
    She trembled, moaning, her pussy still spasming around the thing. When he let it drop to the floor between her spread thighs, she was so empty she cried out with the feeling. And he knew it. He used the remote to let the leads go slack, taking her weight in his