I flick the vibrator to the second setting and her back arches as pleasure curls through her. “Oooh…”
“Do you like that, firecracker?”
“Hmm…yes.”
Wetness coats my thumb. I trace it up to her butt hole and spread it around. She tenses slightly but relaxes when I don’t apply pressure. I take my time, apply moisture between the two holes. I resist for as long as I can stand, then spread her wide and taste her.#p#分页标题#e#
A tiny scream unfurls from her as I rim her with my tongue. I want more of that sound, so I pile on the pleasure. Readjusting my stance, I slip one hand under and between her legs to massage her pussy as I lick her puckered hole. Her whole body shakes.
“Oh God…Q,” she pants.
“Come for me when you’re ready, sweet thing. No permission needed tonight.”
My words seem to open up a wider avenue of pleasure for her. Her body softens even more, her pussy grows wetter and I’m offered her heady deliciousness on a plate.
“Jesus, you’re unbelievable.”
I tune into her breathing, the jerky roll of her hips, the spasming of her hands on the table. I pick up the plug when I manage to fit the tip of my tongue in her tight channel.
When I feel her on the edge, I give her clit a few hard taps. Her head snaps up, and she gives a loud scream as she climaxes. I ease back and place the plug against her hole. The moment her ride starts to slow, I push it in. She bucks wildly against the pressure, then screams again as it slides home and another orgasm catches the tail wind of the first.
She gushes against my hand, and I nearly lose my mind. I drop my head between her shoulders, momentarily regretting the presence of my mask, and absorb her shudders through the metal barrier.
When she quiets, I remove my hand, coat my dick with her slickness, and arrange her face up on the table. Her breathing is still labored, but I’m done waiting. I pull her forward so her head hangs over the table, and move the chains aside to free her breasts. My stance widens to fit her head between my legs, and I trap her beautiful globes in my hand and slide my cock between her breasts.
The feeling is exquisite enough to make me pause for a teeth-clenching breath. My reeling senses puzzle what it is about her that fires me up so high. I’ve fucked more women than I can count. Each one, bar one or two, was a pleasure filled experience. I love pussy. Have done since my very first taste.
Lucky is something else. I sensed the anomaly the moment she lifted her gaze to the camera that first day.
I take a beat to ponder why.
Is it because she is the denouement in this fucked up play? The crowning glory in what I intend to be a rousing victory? Or is she, like my fucked up self, a version of her own anomaly, created to blend with mine?
She knocks my hands, and thoughts, out of the way, and cups her breasts around my cock. I want to berate her impatience, for the control-taking. But I’m too fucking turned on by the move. I stare down at her petite, perfect figure, her creamy skin against my darker one. The sight is unbelievably engrossing enough to draw a tight groan from my throat. I slide my hands down her sides to circle her waist. Using the leverage I pump myself harder, faster. Her moan tells me she loves it. I keep up the pace, feel my balls tighten in readiness for the wild ride to my black bliss. Her hips start to pump, the vibrator still doing its job. I slide one hand between her legs and she’s soaked. My eyes fight the urge to roll as the rush grows more intense. I want to see her body; addicted to her every movement. Her thighs clamp around my hand and she jerks.
“Q!”
“Yes, baby. Let it fly.”
She lets go and the sounds from her throat are the headiest I’ve ever heard. It connects straight to my balls. I pump hard once, twice, then grab her hands and lift them away. Her beautiful breasts are exposed to me. I stagger back, vision blurred, and blow my load all over her tits. The force of the orgasm weakens my legs. I brace one hand on the table and continue to spurt over her body. The sight of my semen on her skin does something to my brain. I want to stain her in it, make it so she’ll never be free of me.#p#分页标题#e#
I exhale harshly, my thoughts veering down a road I should leave alone. But the hunger for secrets claws through me. I want to know who Lucky is, what makes Elly tick. I need to know why she’s here beneath me, and why the potential of a million dollars makes her look fearful rather than ecstatic. Why she, a chance face and body in a sea of faces and bodies, has this effect on me.
I want to know everything about this creature.
I decide then, that’s a job for Quinn, not Q.
“I’m going to get a pink diamond for this pussy.” My fingers drift over her lips, eliciting a shudder from her oversensitive body. I rest my touch at the hood of her clit. “Same size, same color as your beautiful clit. I’ll rest it right here.” I ease my caress and she moans through another shiver.