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teeth bit down on my hardened nipple. The little shock of pain in concert with the light tease left my whole body humming with anticipation. “You’ll drive me crazy,” I groaned.
“Revenge,” he growled, moving to my other breast. His fingers pressed deeper inside me, one and then two, driving the words and the breath out of me. I bit my lip, relishing the invasion, when he withdrew and lifted me from my concrete seat. The world spun, and suddenly I was on my back, on the blanket near the fire. Before I could sit up or look at him, his tongue touched my pussy. I lay back on the blanket, lost to everything but the feel of his tongue exploring my slipper folds, gently probing my entrance.
My hips jerked with his licks and his sucks as he laved all around my center. I clutched at his head, tugging him closer, trying to be gentle, but I was swept away by his intensity. The delicious sensations, the pure pleasure of them, became almost unbearable, but the onslaught of his tongue never paused no matter how I writhed. His lips locked around my clit, and he ruthlessly sucked until I flew apart. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, drowned me, until I didn’t know if the stars I stared at were real or just inventions behind my eyelids.
As I caught my breath and collected my senses, I realized Adam had moved. I sat up in time to see him kick his pants away. His cock stood free, thick and rock-hard with need. I reached for him, but he gathered my hands and held them above my head as I sat. His eyes blazed with a dark hunger. “Do you know how hard it was,” he said, “To keep my hands off you when you were bound like this?”
Remembering that night at the pit stop, I hissed, “Yes.” He knelt so his cock was bobbing in my face, and I licked my lips. My mouth watered for it.
His hand tightened around my wrists, locking them together. “Go on. Suck me,” he growled. This change in him was familiar now, and a thrill ran through me at the command, at the dark tone of his voice. I wrapped my eager lips around his cock and licked away the drops of moisture that had gathered on the tip.
I gently caressed him with my tongue as I took him deeper, but that wasn't what he wanted. We were past niceties and teases as far as he was concerned. He grabbed my head with his other hand and fucked my mouth, hard. It was like the last bit of his control had snapped - because of me, because I'd allowed it - and I loved it.
Deep grunts rumbled in his chest as he pushed himself deeper, nearly choking me. He was so large and so hard, having him inside my mouth filled me with an almost painful need. I tightened my lips to create more suction, and he groaned. He pumped faster, holding my head in a firm grip, the hand around my wrists as tight as a shackle.
Saliva ran down my chin. His wild abandon stoked the fires of my own primal need - I had to consume him, devour him. I moaned around his furious plunges, until he suddenly and violently withdrew. I whined, but he was on me in a flash, pressing himself slowly inside me.
I burned as he stretched me , but the pain was nothing next to the absolute ecstasy of being filled. My walls hungrily drew him in as I gasped and squirmed beneath him. I tugged against his grip, trying to free my hands, but he just pinned them to the ground. Before I could protest, his lips sealed over mine, his tongue plunging, claiming me.
I rocked my hips, easing him deeper still, but his weight held me pinned and powerless, limiting how much moving I could do. It was strangely intoxicating, after all my struggling, my fighting for some scrap of control, fighting to survive, to finally let go. “Keep going,” I urged. As I adjusted to his size, he moved, quickly falling into a hard and rough rhythm, grunting as he fucked me. His body crushed mine, grinding my clit as he hammered into me. All my muscles tensed as blissful little shocks ran through me with every motion against my sensitive button. I could feel another
“Revenge,” he growled, moving to my other breast. His fingers pressed deeper inside me, one and then two, driving the words and the breath out of me. I bit my lip, relishing the invasion, when he withdrew and lifted me from my concrete seat. The world spun, and suddenly I was on my back, on the blanket near the fire. Before I could sit up or look at him, his tongue touched my pussy. I lay back on the blanket, lost to everything but the feel of his tongue exploring my slipper folds, gently probing my entrance.
My hips jerked with his licks and his sucks as he laved all around my center. I clutched at his head, tugging him closer, trying to be gentle, but I was swept away by his intensity. The delicious sensations, the pure pleasure of them, became almost unbearable, but the onslaught of his tongue never paused no matter how I writhed. His lips locked around my clit, and he ruthlessly sucked until I flew apart. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, drowned me, until I didn’t know if the stars I stared at were real or just inventions behind my eyelids.
As I caught my breath and collected my senses, I realized Adam had moved. I sat up in time to see him kick his pants away. His cock stood free, thick and rock-hard with need. I reached for him, but he gathered my hands and held them above my head as I sat. His eyes blazed with a dark hunger. “Do you know how hard it was,” he said, “To keep my hands off you when you were bound like this?”
Remembering that night at the pit stop, I hissed, “Yes.” He knelt so his cock was bobbing in my face, and I licked my lips. My mouth watered for it.
His hand tightened around my wrists, locking them together. “Go on. Suck me,” he growled. This change in him was familiar now, and a thrill ran through me at the command, at the dark tone of his voice. I wrapped my eager lips around his cock and licked away the drops of moisture that had gathered on the tip.
I gently caressed him with my tongue as I took him deeper, but that wasn't what he wanted. We were past niceties and teases as far as he was concerned. He grabbed my head with his other hand and fucked my mouth, hard. It was like the last bit of his control had snapped - because of me, because I'd allowed it - and I loved it.
Deep grunts rumbled in his chest as he pushed himself deeper, nearly choking me. He was so large and so hard, having him inside my mouth filled me with an almost painful need. I tightened my lips to create more suction, and he groaned. He pumped faster, holding my head in a firm grip, the hand around my wrists as tight as a shackle.
Saliva ran down my chin. His wild abandon stoked the fires of my own primal need - I had to consume him, devour him. I moaned around his furious plunges, until he suddenly and violently withdrew. I whined, but he was on me in a flash, pressing himself slowly inside me.
I burned as he stretched me , but the pain was nothing next to the absolute ecstasy of being filled. My walls hungrily drew him in as I gasped and squirmed beneath him. I tugged against his grip, trying to free my hands, but he just pinned them to the ground. Before I could protest, his lips sealed over mine, his tongue plunging, claiming me.
I rocked my hips, easing him deeper still, but his weight held me pinned and powerless, limiting how much moving I could do. It was strangely intoxicating, after all my struggling, my fighting for some scrap of control, fighting to survive, to finally let go. “Keep going,” I urged. As I adjusted to his size, he moved, quickly falling into a hard and rough rhythm, grunting as he fucked me. His body crushed mine, grinding my clit as he hammered into me. All my muscles tensed as blissful little shocks ran through me with every motion against my sensitive button. I could feel another
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