Out, tense, wait.
Back in, stroke, squeeze.
He teased me.
He pleased me.
I rode his fingers and would have come only I suddenly found myself flipped to my back and lying on the spread coat.
I only had a second to gasp, “What are you doing?” before I realized his intent.
He knelt between my legs and continued to play with me. Rubbing my clit. Pinching it which made my hips jerk. When he leaned down and blew hotly, a moan burst forth from me.
Why did everything with him feel so much better? More intense?
He followed the hot breaths against my mons with a kiss on my lips. I quivered. I cried out when his tongue parted and teased the opening to my sex. Bucked harder than a wild horse when he flicked my clit.
His hand flattened against my lower belly and held me in place. Held me down while he gave me pleasure.
So much pleasure.
His tongue lashed at my clit. His lips pinched and tugged. He gave me the most electrifying oral experience of my life, which he amplified with a finger fuck.
I pumped my cunt against his face. My fingers held him by the hair, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. My hips thrust and pushed, aggressive and demanding. He hummed against me as he licked and played. His hands dug into my hips as he lifted me to better feast.
And that was how I came. With his tongue lashing and fingers pumping. My pussy orgasmed hard. Squeezing. Undulating. A wave of pleasure that left me limp and panting.
“Oh my god,” I huffed.
“That’s just a prelude,” he growled, dragging me upright and kissing me with honey-licked lips.
I reached between our bodies and rubbed the erection pushing against his pants, purring, “Your turn now.”
Before I could even unbuckle his pants, he was grabbing my hands and pulling them away. “It will have to wait. We’re about to have a company.”
The timing couldn’t have been more shit. For him, at least. My body thrummed happily. I popped to my feet and straightened my dress even as I wondered where my panties went. One second I’d been wearing them, and now… They were tossed aside, ripped and discarded while I’d been immersed in pleasure. Guess I’d have to stay commando.
“Who is it?” I whispered, noticing he didn’t seem panicked. He’d risen and snared both our jackets, shaking and brushing the dust from them.
“Randy.”
“How can you tell?”
“As I mentioned earlier, my servants are bound to me. I can feel their presence, each one distinct, and they can also sense my general location.”
“How did you bind them?” I asked.
“A small exchange of blood. Enough to leave my essence in their system and get a taste of theirs without changing them into vampires.”
“That’s enough for them to track you?”
“Among other things. If in close proximity, I can send mental commands.”
“What do they get out of it?”
“A very good salary, accommodations, improved resilience, strength and health, which includes a much slower rate of aging.”
“Not a bad deal,” I commented.
