Pursued(45)

“That’s because you are a naughty girl, all spread out like this on your hands and knees. Your sweet little cunt all wet and open for my tongue,” Rast sent her through their link as he tongue-fucked her deeply. “Nice girls don’t spread their pussies and wait for a tongue or a cock to fill them.”

“So I’m not…uh. Not a nice girl?” Nadiah gasped breathlessly as he pressed deep into her slippery cunt.

“No, you’re a bad girl. A naughty girl.” His tongue slipped out of her and curled around her clit, lashing the little button unexpectedly until Nadiah was just on the brink of orgasm.

“Oh Goddess, please…please! So close!” she moaned.

Rast worked her harder, his tongue doubling its assault. “But you’re my naughty girl,” he continued. “So I like it. In fact, I fucking love it.”

Nadiah cried out as his fingers dug into her tender flesh, holding her still, holding her completely open for him as he lapped and sucked her pussy, cleaning away her cunt honey with his tongue even as he teased her pussy to make more flow. Suddenly, she could take it no longer. The pleasure that had been building in her, almost from the moment Rast had commanded her to turn over and get on her hands and knees, began to crest inside her.

“Rast!” With a low, helpless moan, she began to come. Her hips bucked involuntarily but Rast stayed with her, holding her firmly with his big, warm hands, making sure she didn’t go anywhere as he rode out her orgasm, his tongue pressed deeply inside her spasming cunt. Nadiah, almost delirious with pleasure, could hear him thinking how good she tasted and felt, thinking he couldn’t wait to feel her soft, velvet pussy gripping his cock the way she was currently gripping his tongue. Suddenly she ached for him—ached to have his thick shaft stretching her, filling her to the limit.

“What are you waiting for?” she sent boldly, through their link. “Please, Rast, I need you in me.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” Finally withdrawing his tongue, Rast gave her one last hot kiss on her pussy and then positioned himself again right behind her. “Get lower,” he commanded, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Put your head down on the pillow and your ass in the air.”

Nadiah did as she was told with no hesitation whatsoever, cushioning her head in her arms on one of the soft pillows. She had never felt so empty inside, so needy, so hungry. The soul-bond between them ached with her yearning and she could feel Rast’s answering need as well. Still, he was careful.

“Slowly,” she heard him murmur as the broad, blunt tip of his shaft lodged itself in the entrance to her pussy. “We’ve never done it like this before and it may feel a little tight. Just relax, sweetheart, and try to be open for me. All the way open.”

Crouched on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and her heart pounding, Nadiah tried to obey him. She was utterly open, utterly vulnerable but she was also incredibly aroused. Instead of filling her with fear, the submissive posture filled her with lust. To her pleasure, she found that she loved this—loved submitting to her husband’s strength and giving him whatever he desired.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Rast growled, obviously catching her thought. “Submit to me. Just open yourself and submit.” Then, with one long, slow thrust, he entered her pussy, filling her to the core with his cock.

Nadiah moaned as she felt the blunt head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb. Goddess, he was in her now, all the way in her and this new position made her feel utterly pierced, utterly penetrated.

Trapped, she thought half deliriously as Rast began to move inside her. I’m trapped. Helpless. Pinned down. There’s nothing I can do but spread my legs and submit, just like he said. Spread my legs and let him fuck me… The thought was both hot and scary at the same time. Squeezing the pillow beneath her head hard, Nadiah moaned.

“Good girl,” Rast growled, stroking her spine with one large, warm hand while the other held her firmly in place. “Such a good girl to spread your legs for me, Nadiah. To open your pussy for my cock. And you’re right,” he continued, as he stroked into her. “I’ve got you pinned. And you’re not going anywhere until I fill this sweet little pussy of yours full of my cum.”

“Rast!” she protested in a half moan. “Rast, please…”

“Please what?” he growled. “Please fuck you harder? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

Nadiah wiggled her hips and moaned, arching her back, submitting completely. Up until now their love had always been soft and gentle, with Rast going out of his way not to hurt her. But this…this was different. There was an edge of roughness to his deep thrusts, the masculine prerogative to dominate, to take her thoroughly and claim her completely. The hard slap as their bodies came together, the deep, piercing pleasure each time he hammered himself inside her, the knowledge that he wouldn’t stop until he forced them both to come was almost too much to bear.