smaller circles until he finally reaches my most sensitive spot.
I arch my back and throw my head back into the backrest of the sofa.
He is good. His tongue massages my wet center, slowly increasing the pressure. He moves forward, encompassing my center with his lips while his tongue works on my love bud.
My climax announces itself in strong pulses. I squirm on the sofa, still holding my legs up and spread apart.
"I'm gonna c — "
"Oh, no you're not," he interrupts me, stopping what he's doing immediately. "Not without my permission."
I sigh with frustration when he withdraws himself from my core.
"Please don't stop," I beg.
He shakes his head and reaches inside his jacket, a sight that makes me painfully aware that I am the only one who is naked. He is still dressed completely, with only his pants unzipped to expose his erection. His cock is still rock-hard and facing towards me.
He produces a condom from his jacket and rolls it over his member, looking at me with a seductive smile.
I moan when he moves his hand back to my center, teasing my clit with his thumb while he inserts his index finger inside of me.
"You're so fucking wet," he comments. "What an invitation. Tell me what you want."
Not that again. I whimper in agony, once again unable to find the right words or allow myself to speak them.
"Well?" he urges, adding another finger.
I groan with lust, moving my hips forward as I clench around his fingers.
"Please...," I beg.
"Please what?" he wants to know.
"Please fuck me," I give in.
"As you wish," he says, teasing my entrance with his tip.
He bends over and leans forward, lowering his face to mine to kiss me. It is our first kiss of the day. I can taste myself on him as his tongue darts forward, exploring my mouth with curious force.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispers in between nibbling on my lower lip. I am shivering with anticipation beneath him.
"Hard," he adds, stealing my breath as he forces himself inside of me with one brute push.
He feels so big, his impressive girth stretching me to the fullest as he fills me.
He freezes for a moment, relishing my reaction to his intrusion. I am squirming and moaning, shifting my hips to egg him on. He casts me a dark smile and straightens up, grabbing me by the hips with such a strong grip that it hurts.
Then, he lives up to his promise. He starts fucking me. Hard.
I am so startled by the sheer brutality of his motions that I lose my balance. I let go of my knees and support myself on the sofa while he rams in and out of me with merciless force.
My moans soon turn into little shrieks of pain. He is massive, and the savage way he is fucking me is foreign to my body. I have never been fucked this hard before.
It hurts, but I welcome the pain.
Even without touching my clit, I can feel my orgasm building up quickly.
"This," he grunts in between shoves. "This is how I want you to come. On my cock."
He starts rubbing my nub with his thumb while he continues to force himself inside of me.
I scream out, unable to control myself as my climax finally takes over.
He notices and increases the force of his pushes even more. Two or three more shoves through the most intense waves of my orgasm and I can feel him pulsating inside of me as he joins me in this mind-shattering release.
Chapter 9
LIZ
What happened? Why am I lying on a bed?
My head is spinning and I feel sick. Dazed and confused, I slowly regain consciousness.
Did I fall asleep?
I open my eyes, but my vision remains obscured, shielded by a blindfold. I try to lift arms to remove it, but I can't.
My wrists and ankles are tied up, spreading my arms and legs wide. I am on my back with all four limbs extended like a starfish. A restrained starfish.
I am still naked. I am completely exposed, lying on a bed with soft silk sheets beneath me. It smells foreign but clean and fresh. A little flowery, even.
I yank at the restraints, but they are tied tight, allowing little leeway for me
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