He crawls over me, lowering his mouth to mine, his beard scratching against my skin, his tongue plunging between my lips. He steals my breath and feeds himself, presses me down into the mattress with his weight. The rope bites at the skin on my wrist, but my legs are free, and I wrap them around his hips, tightening them until his hips press into my pussy. The hard metal of his belt buckle, the grooves of the design twisted into the front, adds the kind of friction that has my eyesrolling back.
My mouth goes slack against his as he rolls against me, the buckle at just the right angle to tease my clit and the bar pierced through it.
Knox lifts onto his hands to look between us, to see what it is that has me panting against him, and when he realizes, his eyes flare.
“You’re already there,” He rasps, “Such a greedy fucking pussy.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I moan. “Fuck.”
He keeps that steady pace, using his damn belt buckle to bring me up to the peak. The grind and the pleasure has me soaking my panties, my pussy throbbing, clenching around nothing. And Knox watches, he can’t take his eyes off me, the blue of them so vibrant they’re almost neon, pupils blown.
“Come for me, baby,” He rasps thickly, “Give yourself to me.”
The rope pulls taut once more as my spine bows off the bed, hips pressing down into the mattress and my orgasm crests, pushing me over the edge with a cry. When I fall limp beneath him, Knox draws away and reaches for the edges of my panties to tug them down my legs before he brings the material to his face and he inhales deeply.
I’m still throbbing from the climax, my pussy sensitive, my whole body set on edge, so when he lowers his mouth and licks me from hole to clit, I jump, my hands trying and failing to reach for himto make him stop. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, my body rebelling against the sensation. He gives me no reprieve, even when I try to clamp my thighs around his head. His hands hold my thighs apart, his strength making it impossible to fight.
“Knox,” I plead, “Stop! I can’t.”
I feel his devilish smile press against my pussy, and he lifts, just a touch, to flick his eyes up my body. He blows a breath over me; the wetness making the air that much colder. I jolt, a sharp breath leaving me.
“Do you get it yet, Elena?” He kisses me tenderly. “Hm?”
“Knox,please,” I beg.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and the noise that comes out of me is inhuman. My whole body is on fire, my pussy throbbing, the wetness leaking from me trailing down and pooling beneath my ass.
He brings me right back up the peak, but right before I reach the top, right before I fall off the edge, he pulls away, my orgasm left hanging.
“Not yet,” He growls, “You don’t get to come yet.”
“Knox,” I whine.
He lifts up to his knees and unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the loops before he throws it down and unbuttons his jeans, shoving them downto just below his ass so he can take his thick, heavy cock into his hand. My mouth damn near waters at the bead of precum on the tip, which he swipes up with his thumb and then lets go, bringing his hand to my mouth.
“Open,” He demands. My lips part, and I offer him my tongue, which he presses his thumb against, pushing his arousal onto my tastebuds. I wrap my lips around his thumb, licking it clean, and then he pulls it out, using my saliva to wipe over the crown of his cock. He pumps his dick, leaving me aching and needy beneath him. My legs are on either side of his body, making it impossible to close them, but he doesn’t touch me, the sensitivity ebbing away with every second that passes. The orgasm that was promised tumbling back down the mountain.
“This fucking cunt,” Knox growls, “So pretty.”
Using his hand to guide him, he moves his cock through me, parting my lips with the thick head of him. It all rushes back, and I groan, praying he’ll let me get there this time. He notches the head of himself into me and fucks me with just the tip. It’s not enough, but it also feels good — a tease and a dance. The muscles in his throat are pulled tight, his cheek jumping as he grinds his molars, keeping his restraint in check as he only fucks me with the tip.
“Please, Knox,” I feel a sting behind my eyes, my voice trembling.
He grins. “Well, can’t you be polite?” He praises, “What do you want?”
“To come,” I beg, “Please. Make me come again.”
“You will,” He agrees, pulling from me to rub the head of him through me once more before he replaces his cock with his fingers, scissoring them through my folds, skirting around my clit and the piercing. He applies a little bit more pressure, and I’m so tightly strung it doesn’t take me long to get there, but once more, he takes it away from me. The rope is burning my wrists, my muscles ache with how hard I shake.
But he keeps doing it, over and over and over again.
“And if I have to make you come until you cry to prove that, darlin’, then you’ll get no complaints from me.”
As soon as the memory of his words hit, he pinches my clit, and he keeps it there, letting me crest, stars bursting behind my eyes as the climax hits me. I’m still pulsing, moaning when he thrusts into me, hard, pushing himself to the hilt with a long, loud groan. I cry out, but there is no mercy. He fucks me right into another orgasm, pounding me into the bed, the headboard banging against the wall with every hard, brutal thrust.
Again and again, his thrusts are punishing, angry, his fingers on my clit precise.
Heat burns my eyes, my throat raw with my cries.
