tongue
against her opening, inching it inside her waiting channel then slipping it
back out, she knew she was close to losing it.
When he stopped, she
moaned. “Please, please, please,” she cried. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
His laugh was hoarse
and deep. “Do you want to come, little daredevil? Do you want to feel your body
convulse?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She
twisted back and forth as if her hands were, indeed, anchored in place.
“Not yet,” he
breathed. “Not until I decide it’s time.” He grabbed her T-shirt and bunched it
in his hand. “If I were prepared I’d have a proper ball gag, so the entire
hotel wouldn’t hear you scream down the house. This will have to do. Open your
mouth and bite down on it.”
Will ing to do anything if
he would only give her release, she obediently did as he asked, sinking her
teeth into the fabric.
“Okay?” he asked. “I
don’t want you to choke on it.”
She nodded and lifted
her hips to him.
“I want you to come
this time, Rina. Don’t hold back,” he ordered. “And don’t close your eyes.”
Don’t hold back? As
if she could.
He lifted her to his
mouth again and teased and tickled her cunt with his lips and tongue. His teeth
nipped at all the sensitive flesh, biting lightly at her clit. The throbbing deep in her womb built in intensity, reaching into every part of her body.
His fingers clutched
the globes of her ass as he thrust his stiffened tongue inside her waiting
flesh and fucked her with it in a steady motion. Her climax rose again, roaring
through her, and when it hit, she shook so hard she was afraid her bones would
shatter.
She was glad she had
the T-shirt in her mouth because she was screaming mindlessly, her body
convulsing as his tongue fucked her relentlessly. Her hips thrust at him, and
her blood pulsed in her veins.
Her pussy was still
throbbing, flooding his mouth with her cream, when he lowered her to the bed,
yanked the belt out of where he’d tucked it and flipped her over. Before she
realized it, he had pulled her up to her knees. She heard the tearing of foil,
felt him moving behind her. In a moment, his lean fingers stroked her still
fluttering vagina, spreading her cream, then spreading her lips wide. While
spasms still wracked her body, he drove into her, his thick cock filling her.
“Is that good, Rina?”
he rasped. “Does my cock feel good inside you? Jesus, you are so friggin’ tight.
You might burn me alive. Do you like the way this feels, baby?”
She couldn’t speak,
even if she hadn’t had the T-shirt in her mouth, but she nodded her head and
moaned her pleasure.
“This is only the
beginning. Just the beginning. Before we’re done, I’m going to do everything to
you that you could imagine and more.”
His fingers grabbed
her hips, pulling her back toward him, and he stroked her slow and steady.
Harder, she wanted to shout. Faster.
But she knew he would
take his time, drawing it out until his control finally snapped. The tension
built in her body again, and before she even realized it, another orgasm
overtook her. Her muscles spasmed, clamping on his thick shaft, milking him,
and still, while she shook and shuddered, he never varied his pace.
She dropped her head
to her bound wrists, heart thundering as aftershocks raced through her, but
before she could catch her breath, he’d found her sweet spot, his enormous cock
pressing against it and rubbing back and forth. She shook her head, trying to
tell him no more, but he was relentless.
She felt the spiral
unwinding in her again, felt the walls of her vagina grasping him and milking
him in desperation to reach the pinnacle of release again. At last, he
increased his speed and his rhythm, pounding into her, driving her over the edge
one more time.
She screamed into the
T-shirt as every muscle in her body spasmed and she bathed him with her liquid
heat. On and on it went, before the intensity finally began to ease off and his
shaft ceased pulsing inside