His finger curls and proves his words true, sending that blinding pleasure racing throughout my body.
I feel the break. The moment when my body decides it needs what he’s giving me more than the need for him to stop.
I fight against the dark part of me that wants to beg for more. A dark part that has found a voice and is trying to break free. Take over and give in to this man so we both can find relief. I thrash against it, entering a silent battlefield and trying to choke the life out of it so it never comes to light.
But then he withdraws his finger to the very tip, swiping his finger along my entrance, and when he sinks back inside me, he adds two more fingers. My eyes roll as he stretches me, caressing that sweet spot over and over while his teeth bite into my clit anew.
The dark side of me wins while I watch helplessly as my body renews its struggle. But this time, I’m shamefully grinding myself against him. He’s not giving me what my body has begun to crave—to need—in order to assuage the pleasure building deep in my belly.
He continues to scour my clit with his teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give me his tongue.
Frustration mounts until I’m brimming with it. I’m so, so angry, but now it’s because he’s denying me pleasure.
“Asshole!” I screech against the tape. The answering smile against my pussy is evident that he heard me.
Giving into the anger, I kick my leg out with unrestrained force. He dodges the kick by a mere inch.
A feral growl tears from his chest, and he pushes my knee back down with bruising force. The sound wasn’t of desire like before—but anger.
Even if I were forced in front of a priest tomorrow, no fear of God would convince me to confess how fucking sexy that growl was. Or how hard my pussy pulsed in response.
I’ll never confess that—not even to myself.
He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, I’ll have handprints on the underside of my thighs. They’ll go nicely with the hickeys smattering my body.
“What did you learn, little mouse?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto my clit.
I growl, another frustrated tear leaking down my temple and into my hairline.
“Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before I can get any satisfaction from it.
I shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from my mouth. I curse against the flaring pain in my face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear me.
“You fucking psycho motherf—” my tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to my clit.
“Try again. Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?”
I heave, trying to calm myself down but failing.
I don’t even know how to begin to name the emotions swelling inside of me. I could explode from the force of them converging all in my chest.
“Probably,” I grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark, it must come straight from an Edgar Allan Poe flick.
He nips at me again, but this one lighter and more playful.
“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?”
I clamp my mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid fucking question. I understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.
In response to my nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me bereft. But before I can complain, he licks me again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks me from the bottom up, going particularly slow over my pulsating clit.
My eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from my throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase my spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up my cunt.
I arch my back, growling from how easily my body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.
But just as I start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops.
“Do you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.
A frustrated sob works its way up my throat, but I swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before I feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on my tongue.
“Loud and fucking clear, kitty cat.”
A dark chuckle skitters across my core, and I’m ashamed of how my body responds. My ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs.
His tongue dives into my pussy, licking inside of me with ravenous strokes.
A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.
The pressure builds as he finally does what I’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of my pussy.
Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now I regret the tape ever leaving my mouth. Because I don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to me, but I can’t seem to contain myself either.
I just lose myself. To him and the thrashing of his tongue on my clit. It’s impossible to resist as the coil deep in my stomach curls painfully tight.
I can’t stop him from sucking my clit into his mouth any more than I can control the orgasm from reaching its peak.
I suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as my body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside me just as I do, and the bliss is catastrophic. I no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do I stop my thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.
Drown in my fucking pussy. Die there for all I care.
Euphoria consumes me, wrapping me so tightly in its clutches, all five of my senses are lost to it.
This isn’t a climb to heaven. It’s a fall from grace.
I’ll never recover—not when my soul has been ripped from my body and dragged down to hell. I fell so deeply that I’ve found myself in the devil’s lair, being feasted on from the dark god himself.
Moans wrack from my throat, and I feel his answering groan. His hands clutch at my thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at my throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than my body can handle.
He rips his mouth away and crawls up my body while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. I’m still delirious, my mouth still parted as I continue to moan. So, when he pinches my cheeks, holding my mouth open, I hardly care. His fingers feel too good.
His mouth skates over my lips once before I watch a trail of saliva drip from his mouth into mine.
“Swallow your juices,” he rasps.
And I do. My throat works as the unique taste blooms across my tongue. He growls deep in his chest before he crushes his lips to mine.
I let him. Later, I’ll ask myself why. But with his fingers still drawing out pleasure, despite my orgasm having faded and the fog clouding my judgement—I fucking let him.
Not only that, but I kiss back.
His tongue dives into my mouth, swirling with my own. Fire and electricity spark from our connected lips, and it feels like planets colliding. Like the energy is astronomical, and with every brush and every lick, a new star is being born.
Time ceases to exist as he kisses me until my lips are bruised, and I’m sure I’ll come out of this with a permanent stutter in my breathing. At one point, he withdrew his fingers and cupped my face with his hands almost sweetly. A stark contrast to… well, him and the way he devours me.