sweet pussy until you’re
screaming to come. Begging me to ease the ache that’s going to consume you.”
“I’ll do it now,” she cried out,
certain there was no way she could bear the additional pleasure. “I’m begging
now, Jared.”
He chuckled against the silk over
her clit, causing her to flinch at the sensation. She wouldn’t be able to bear
it. Already her body was honed to a fever pitch of excitement.
“Then,” he continued. “I’m going to
turn you over and I’m going to spank that pretty ass until it turns a bright,
fiery red, for making me wait so damned long for you.”
She shuddered, her womb convulsing
as she nearly climaxed from that threat alone.
“You like the thought of that?” he
asked her, his voice too gentle, too deep to be anything other than a warning.
“I can tell you do, baby. Your panties are so damned wet now they’ll be
dripping soon.”
Her hands tightened in his hair as
his fingers slid beneath the elastic band and began to lower the material.
Slowly, so slowly, until the silk revealed the swollen, bare folds to his gaze.
He paused then, his body tensing
above her as she watched him with drowsy heat.
His face was flushed, his lips
swollen and sensual; his eyes were like thunderclouds, swirling with more
shades of gray than she thought existed. Then his head lowered.
Suspended on a rack of torturous
pleasure, Kimberly could do nothing but shudder violently as his tongue swiped
over the cream-slick flesh of her cunt before insinuating itself into the
narrow slit and slicing through it with devastating results.
It was humiliating to climax so
easily. She should have had enough control to at least know the orgasm was
coming. Instead, the height of excitement, the heat of his tongue, and the
explosive pleasure undid her.
She arched to him, her cry
shattering the silence of the room as everything inside her detonated at the
lick. Her clit throbbed, pulsed, her vagina spilling the slick essence of her
release.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out, shame
eating at her even as the storm within her body stole her reason. “Oh God.
Jared. I’m sorry.”
Her panties were ripped from her
thighs and discarded as he moved lower, pressing her legs further apart, his
hot breath like a whiplash of sensation against her sensitive pussy.
Kimberly shuddered with the excess
of sensation still surging through her, as well as the hunger. She couldn’t control
the need, the fierce throb of desperation or her own gasping cries. Despite her
release, she needed more. So much more.
“Shhh, baby, we’re not done yet,”
he soothed her, his voice tight, a harsh growl that eased her, that assured her
that her pleasure had only pushed his arousal higher. “It’s okay, Kimberly.
Now, I get to build you back up. I’m not done with you by a long shot.”
Chapter Nine
She was being tortured. He was a
cruel, black-hearted sadist to do the things he did to her.
Lying between her thighs, his mouth
worshipped, his tongue alternately soothed and enflamed the swollen folds of
her cunt. His tongue pressed inside her vagina, sending her into an orgasm that
had her screaming for mercy. She twisted against his hold, fought the hands that
anchored her to the couch and begged, pleaded with him to ease the storm riding
mercilessly through her body.
When he finally rose from between
her thighs, his eyes were black with lust, his face flushed with it. Kimberly
shuddered with exhaustion, with her own needs and the blood thundering through
her body. How she could even conceive of the need to climax again, she didn’t
know. But the whipping, pleasure-induced flames that licked over her body
assured her that she was more than ready for more. Ready and willing, hungry
and eager.
Her breath stopped in her throat as
his hands went to the buckle of his belt. She licked her lips, her eyes
lowering with the excess passion surging through her body and watched as he
slowly unbuckled it. The wide leather fell to
screaming to come. Begging me to ease the ache that’s going to consume you.”
“I’ll do it now,” she cried out,
certain there was no way she could bear the additional pleasure. “I’m begging
now, Jared.”
He chuckled against the silk over
her clit, causing her to flinch at the sensation. She wouldn’t be able to bear
it. Already her body was honed to a fever pitch of excitement.
“Then,” he continued. “I’m going to
turn you over and I’m going to spank that pretty ass until it turns a bright,
fiery red, for making me wait so damned long for you.”
She shuddered, her womb convulsing
as she nearly climaxed from that threat alone.
“You like the thought of that?” he
asked her, his voice too gentle, too deep to be anything other than a warning.
“I can tell you do, baby. Your panties are so damned wet now they’ll be
dripping soon.”
Her hands tightened in his hair as
his fingers slid beneath the elastic band and began to lower the material.
Slowly, so slowly, until the silk revealed the swollen, bare folds to his gaze.
He paused then, his body tensing
above her as she watched him with drowsy heat.
His face was flushed, his lips
swollen and sensual; his eyes were like thunderclouds, swirling with more
shades of gray than she thought existed. Then his head lowered.
Suspended on a rack of torturous
pleasure, Kimberly could do nothing but shudder violently as his tongue swiped
over the cream-slick flesh of her cunt before insinuating itself into the
narrow slit and slicing through it with devastating results.
It was humiliating to climax so
easily. She should have had enough control to at least know the orgasm was
coming. Instead, the height of excitement, the heat of his tongue, and the
explosive pleasure undid her.
She arched to him, her cry
shattering the silence of the room as everything inside her detonated at the
lick. Her clit throbbed, pulsed, her vagina spilling the slick essence of her
release.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out, shame
eating at her even as the storm within her body stole her reason. “Oh God.
Jared. I’m sorry.”
Her panties were ripped from her
thighs and discarded as he moved lower, pressing her legs further apart, his
hot breath like a whiplash of sensation against her sensitive pussy.
Kimberly shuddered with the excess
of sensation still surging through her, as well as the hunger. She couldn’t control
the need, the fierce throb of desperation or her own gasping cries. Despite her
release, she needed more. So much more.
“Shhh, baby, we’re not done yet,”
he soothed her, his voice tight, a harsh growl that eased her, that assured her
that her pleasure had only pushed his arousal higher. “It’s okay, Kimberly.
Now, I get to build you back up. I’m not done with you by a long shot.”
Chapter Nine
She was being tortured. He was a
cruel, black-hearted sadist to do the things he did to her.
Lying between her thighs, his mouth
worshipped, his tongue alternately soothed and enflamed the swollen folds of
her cunt. His tongue pressed inside her vagina, sending her into an orgasm that
had her screaming for mercy. She twisted against his hold, fought the hands that
anchored her to the couch and begged, pleaded with him to ease the storm riding
mercilessly through her body.
When he finally rose from between
her thighs, his eyes were black with lust, his face flushed with it. Kimberly
shuddered with exhaustion, with her own needs and the blood thundering through
her body. How she could even conceive of the need to climax again, she didn’t
know. But the whipping, pleasure-induced flames that licked over her body
assured her that she was more than ready for more. Ready and willing, hungry
and eager.
Her breath stopped in her throat as
his hands went to the buckle of his belt. She licked her lips, her eyes
lowering with the excess passion surging through her body and watched as he
slowly unbuckled it. The wide leather fell to
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