Ryan licked me, deeper and slower this time, gathering up the slippery juices that were flowing more freely the longer he teased me. He ended this lick with a kiss on my most sensitive spot, and I squealed quietly in response, my thighs twitching to briefly hug his head.
The handcuffs rattled noisily as Ryan painstakingly explored my folds with his lips and his tongue, occasionally flicking my clit to give me a hint of the pleasure to come. Ryan made appreciative sounds and I laid my head on the pillow again, letting my eyes roll back for a moment.
His rough stubble sometimes touched my delicate skin and stood in stark contrast to the otherwise soft and wet attention he was giving me. It framed his kisses, it complemented his licks, and it all drove me halfway to the nuthouse with desire.
Without letting up his assault on my sex, Ryan ran his hands along my thighs until they met my knees. He pushed my legs upwards and outwards. My ass raised off the bed and my pussy lips parted slightly as he stretched me out, licking me deeper still.
It was still a crazy feeling, even aside from the conflict with what my job was supposed to be, being in such an exposed and vulnerable position with a man. My body was laid bare before him, a captive playground for his pleasure if he wanted, but he was devoting himself to indulging my needs, even if I had begged for the grand finale first.
His hands moved back up my legs until he curled one arm around my hips, as if holding me in place. I moaned as his tongue flicked back and forth across my clit, and I felt a fingertip at the entrance to my sex.
Slowly, he inserted that finger inside me, and although I bucked my hips again, he stayed right with me thanks to his grip. My pussy squeezed his finger, already seeming like a tight fit, even though I remembered just how much thicker and longer his cock had felt when he took my virginity.
I thrashed my head from side to side as the pace of his tongue quickened. The rattling of the handcuffs, my moaning and Ryan’s primal growls all merged into one under the growing hum in my ears. His finger moved in a ‘come here’ motion that rubbed against the front wall of my vagina, touching some place that reminded me a lot of the spot he’d found on my neck, and I reacted similarly.
His finger seemed to stoke a fire in my belly, and the heat pulsed back to my clit. Every fizz and spark of that fuse was pure bliss, and Ryan was going to make me explode again if he would only keep doing what he was doing for a few more seconds.
As if he’d abused his power enough already, Ryan didn’t let up. When the fuse burned down, I shut my eyes and screamed my pleasure. My first boyfriend was latched on to me, his finger inside me, and he made sure he eked out every last scrap of ecstasy my climax had in it.
I twisted from side to side, and the handcuffs pulled at my wrists almost painfully. My nipples ached too, but the borderline pain only seemed to prolong my ecstasy, it was all part of the mind-blowing package.
It felt like my entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat when Ryan moved himself over my heaving chest again. His eyes scanned me up and down, that alpha-predator smile on his face again.
“You’ve got a good singing voice, you sexy fucking bitch, let’s see what other songs you know.”
With that, he brought the tip of his cock to my entrance again, but this time there was no tease. I was soaking wet, and after stroking the head up and down like a paintbrush a couple of times, coating himself in my natural lubricants, he slammed his cock home into my depths in one hard stroke.
My entire body shook with the impact, the sudden flare of sensation reigniting the tail end of my orgasm and making me moan loudly. I may not have been a virgin anymore, but I’d held out for so long since our first time that it almost felt like it.
Ryan’s cock felt positively huge inside of me, and he wasn’t holding back even a little bit. With long, powerful, strokes, he fucked me hard, just like I’d begged him to.
Unleashing on me whatever raw male energy had been pent up over the past couple of months that I’d been unable to quench with my hands and mouth, Ryan hammered my body with almost superhuman power. Every muscle stood out, straining in the effort to fuck a near-virgin girl like the slut his dirty talk had labelled me.
His balls slapped on my ass like firecrackers going off under a pillow, and I squirmed as he impaled me over and over again. I didn’t know how I was surviving this, the sensations were so extreme that the line between pleasure and pain was a distant memory.
All I knew was that something had to give. He was either going to break me or I was going to scream the house down with my second orgasm in quick succession, but there was no guarantee on which side I was going to fall.
“Fuck that’s a hot pussy,” he grunted, pulling my legs up over his shoulders.