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Authors: Dominique D. DuBois
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sweet come continued to gush out me , making my clit oris jump and twitch wildly in side his mouth. My stomach was stutter ing frenziedly, and the heels of my expensive shoes were drumming softly on the lush , white carpet.
My legs were trembling frenziedly now, from my toes all the way up to my crotch. And still, he kept on eating me. My clit was jerking, hot, swollen, and he would not let it go. He just loo ked up at me while he sucked and stabbed his tongue against it, forcing me to meet his cold, cruel eyes the entire time.
He licked me on and on, until I couldn’t take it anymore. At that poin t, my clit was so sensitive, in so much agony; I thought I was going to die. I took my hands off the couch then, and placed them on his head, pushing so forcefully, I actually managed to knock him loose for the very first time .
At that, he lunged up, grabbed me around the throat, and pinned me to the couch as he now half-stood, half-leaned over top of me.
“I can stop right now,” he warned. “All you have to do is say the word. Tell me you’re done, and you can get out, and you’ll never hear from me again. But if you want to continue this, if you want to see whether or not I can drive those fucking demons out of your soul, don’t you ever do anything like that to me again.”
“But, but,” I whispered, my throat bobbing against his palm. I felt the awesome strength inherent there, the sudden and irrefutable knowledge that, had he wanted to, he could’ve crushed my windpipe as easily as wringing the slender neck of a swan.
“But what?” he murmured, his voice an erotic caress . The abrupt and startling change from anger to tenderness was dizzying. It caused all my walls to suddenly cave.
“But how do I know?” I sobbed out brokenly.
He paused just a mome nt before answering, his thumb now stroking against the side of my throat. “Because, if you’re willing to go down this arduous and grueling road with me, I swear I’ ll stamp that self-hatred right out of you. I’ll manage it, b y God, if it’s the very last thing I ever do .”
His unmovable vehemence was frightening, yet for probably the first time in my twenty-nine years , I believed in everything that a man was telling me. If there was a way to possibly do it, Adam would find that way.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He let go of my throat instantly then, and sank back between my legs.
I sat there for a moment, just stunned. He was so much taller than me, that even on his knees on the floor before me, w e were suddenly eye to eye. A jarringly- unsettling heartbeat later, he rea ched down and put his hands on m y hot, wet flesh again.
I felt him spreading me with one hand, wrenching me wide ly open. Then I felt an unexpectedly sharp pinch. So sharp, I cried out and looked down to see what he was doing. “Eyes on me,” he barked roughly.
I looked back up, but not before I saw my clit oris grasped tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Dear Christ, how much of this could I take?
He began pinching me while staring me right in the face, looking into my eyes as if – through them - he could perhaps see right into my soul. But I kept everything hidden because I knew, damn well, that if he saw the true inside of me, he wouldn’t much like it. No, h e wouldn’t much like it at all .
I gasped out again helplessly as he began pinching me in a merciless rhythm, my thighs jumping, feet pressing down against the high, cruel arches of my shoes. It was awful, it was terrible, it was excruciati ng; it was about to make me come again.
He pinched harder and faster, and never before had I thought that something so terrifically painful, so unbelievably uncomfortable, could possibly bring me pleasure. But it was bringing me pleasure, alright. More pleasure than I could possibly handle. I began to moan fretfully, panting intermittently like a dog in heat as he almost inhumanly worked me. He pinched and
My legs were trembling frenziedly now, from my toes all the way up to my crotch. And still, he kept on eating me. My clit was jerking, hot, swollen, and he would not let it go. He just loo ked up at me while he sucked and stabbed his tongue against it, forcing me to meet his cold, cruel eyes the entire time.
He licked me on and on, until I couldn’t take it anymore. At that poin t, my clit was so sensitive, in so much agony; I thought I was going to die. I took my hands off the couch then, and placed them on his head, pushing so forcefully, I actually managed to knock him loose for the very first time .
At that, he lunged up, grabbed me around the throat, and pinned me to the couch as he now half-stood, half-leaned over top of me.
“I can stop right now,” he warned. “All you have to do is say the word. Tell me you’re done, and you can get out, and you’ll never hear from me again. But if you want to continue this, if you want to see whether or not I can drive those fucking demons out of your soul, don’t you ever do anything like that to me again.”
“But, but,” I whispered, my throat bobbing against his palm. I felt the awesome strength inherent there, the sudden and irrefutable knowledge that, had he wanted to, he could’ve crushed my windpipe as easily as wringing the slender neck of a swan.
“But what?” he murmured, his voice an erotic caress . The abrupt and startling change from anger to tenderness was dizzying. It caused all my walls to suddenly cave.
“But how do I know?” I sobbed out brokenly.
He paused just a mome nt before answering, his thumb now stroking against the side of my throat. “Because, if you’re willing to go down this arduous and grueling road with me, I swear I’ ll stamp that self-hatred right out of you. I’ll manage it, b y God, if it’s the very last thing I ever do .”
His unmovable vehemence was frightening, yet for probably the first time in my twenty-nine years , I believed in everything that a man was telling me. If there was a way to possibly do it, Adam would find that way.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He let go of my throat instantly then, and sank back between my legs.
I sat there for a moment, just stunned. He was so much taller than me, that even on his knees on the floor before me, w e were suddenly eye to eye. A jarringly- unsettling heartbeat later, he rea ched down and put his hands on m y hot, wet flesh again.
I felt him spreading me with one hand, wrenching me wide ly open. Then I felt an unexpectedly sharp pinch. So sharp, I cried out and looked down to see what he was doing. “Eyes on me,” he barked roughly.
I looked back up, but not before I saw my clit oris grasped tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Dear Christ, how much of this could I take?
He began pinching me while staring me right in the face, looking into my eyes as if – through them - he could perhaps see right into my soul. But I kept everything hidden because I knew, damn well, that if he saw the true inside of me, he wouldn’t much like it. No, h e wouldn’t much like it at all .
I gasped out again helplessly as he began pinching me in a merciless rhythm, my thighs jumping, feet pressing down against the high, cruel arches of my shoes. It was awful, it was terrible, it was excruciati ng; it was about to make me come again.
He pinched harder and faster, and never before had I thought that something so terrifically painful, so unbelievably uncomfortable, could possibly bring me pleasure. But it was bringing me pleasure, alright. More pleasure than I could possibly handle. I began to moan fretfully, panting intermittently like a dog in heat as he almost inhumanly worked me. He pinched and
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