An obsession.
I could barely breathe as he lowered his head, our lips less than a half inch apart. He was the most intoxicating man I’d ever met, a man who refused to take no for an answer from anyone. But he wasn’t asking if this was all right. He was taking what he believed belonged to him.
An intense growl pushed past his lips before he crushed his mouth over mine, yanking my body hard against his.
The feel of his throbbing cock pressing into my belly made me lightheaded, my heart thudding to the point I could hear nothing else. I was no longer certain if I had any fight left in me, any ability to keep my heart intact. He’d stripped me of my innocence years before. Now he was going to envelop me in his sins.
The kiss became a manic roar of passion shared between us, his tongue dancing with mine, his savage growls and guttural sounds igniting the fire I’d squelched so many times.
Lorenzo tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me into a deep arc as he sucked on my tongue. This was so intimate, so intense that I could no longer focus. He dragged his mouth down to my chin, raking his teeth over the skin on my neck. The feel of his hand crawling down my back, sliding into the sweatpants gave me another round of shivers.
My bottom still ached from the earlier spanking, but as crazy as it was, I was craving another. That had to be my insanity talking, my longing for something forbidden.
Even taboo.
Everything was a blur as he began to slide the unwanted material down my legs, growling once again as he lifted me into his arms. I was electrified to the point of sheer madness, my legs trembling and my pussy quivering.
He was methodic in his actions, pushing everything on the island away and easing me down until my bottom was on the very edge, pushing the plug in even further. I’d never felt so full, the rubber piece giving me far too many reminders. As he leaned over, his breath skipping, I shuddered audibly. “I’m very thirsty tonight for the taste of you. I’m going to feast on that pretty little pussy of yours before I go.” There was no hesitation, no waiting for any response I might offer. He merely ran his fingers under my legs, shoving them up and out and lowering his head.
I closed my eyes, moaning the second his tongue darted around my clit, my blood boiling from the realization that I wanted this.
No, I craved his mouth placed on my swollen lips, his tongue licking my cream and his fingers violating me in every manner he desired.
He swirled his tongue around my clit several times, teasing my tender tissue, alternating between blowing hot air then repeating the move.
My body jumped involuntarily, various streams of light prickling in my mind’s eye. I was embarrassed, titillated, and aroused in a way I couldn’t understand. The second he sucked on my clit, I issued a rattling moan. When he danced his fingers up and down the length of my pussy, I whimpered. Then as he shoved two fingers past my swollen folds, I let out a strangled yelp.
“Play with those pretty tits of yours. Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded in a husky voice.
I obeyed almost instantly, not thinking about anything but the pleasure, the burning desire. I yanked the tee shirt up as far as possible, cupping and squeezing my breasts before pinching and twisting my hardened buds. The sharp pain was instant, dragging me oh-so close to an orgasm.
He resumed eating me, his tongue lapping up in a luxurious and languishing manner while he pushed a single finger inside. I could feel my pussy muscles wrapping around the invasion, trying desperately to draw him in deeper.
There was no rush with his manner of eating me, no frantic actions. He was enjoying what he was doing, the roughness of his tongue far too delicious. I kept my eyes closed, trying desperately to obey him, pinching and twisting, pulling my already aching nipples into hard little peaks.
When he added a second and third finger, driving them inside, flexing them open, I jerked up from the island, gasping for air. I knew that I would have difficulty holding back an orgasm. He was practiced, perfect in what he was doing, his wide tongue teasing every nerve ending.
How could anything feel this incredible? How could I allow this to happen? As if sensing my discord, he began to feast feverishly, adding his fourth finger as he fucked me, thrusting hard and fast. I was lost to the pleasure, no longer certain if I was following his orders.
The second he smacked my pussy several times, adding to the discomfort level, I knew I hadn’t been. I was yanked into a beautiful vacuum as he drove his fingers in once again, the force nearly driving me up from the island.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I could hear the raggedness in my voice and knew I was ready to beg him to allow me to come.
He chuckled in the same dark and dangerous way I’d heard before, still lapping my cream as his fingers worked tirelessly. “Pleasure and pain, Sierra. You require both.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I’ll always give you what you need as long as you obey me.”
I heard the words, knew what he wanted. My full submission. At this moment I would promise him almost anything as long as he allowed me to come.
“Do you hear me?” he asked, his words barely audible.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, sir.” I said the words easily, although I hated myself for doing so. This wasn’t anything that I’d expected. This wasn’t on my radar.
This wasn’t my life.
But I’d fucked up. I’d asked the devil for a helping hand. Now he’d shackled my soul.
“You only come when I allow,” he stated in an even more dominating manner.
“Yes, sir.” Right now, I’d give him anything he wanted as long as I could reach a climax. I struggled to keep my legs open as he pressed the tip of his thumb against the plug. I held my breath, my thoughts scattered as he pushed on the toy and fucked me with his fingers. His actions became savage, his growls depicting the barbarian he truly was.
And I loved it.
I bit back a whimper, trying desperately to keep from coming, tossing my head from side to side. Please. Please. Please. Please.
“Hold it, Sierra. Do not disobey me.”
I tried with everything I had in me, but after a few more seconds of such intense pleasure, there was no turning back. The orgasm swept up from my toes, driving straight into my pussy, leaving me breathless, humiliation floating through me, shame unlike anything I’d ever known. I was enjoying this. I was…
God, oh, God. The single orgasm turned into the most incredible wave thrusting through every cell and muscle, sizzling every sense to the point that I could no long breathe or think on my own.
He continued ravaging me with his fingers, his head twisting and turning as he licked me fervently.