"Ohmygod, fuck! Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" I increase my pressure, rubbing against a spot on her internal front wall, and thrusting as deep as I can, while my tongue lashes at her clit over and over again. I watch her body and features for cues on whether to pick up momentum, slow down, or apply more pressure. "Fuck, please don't stop!Please!" Her head tilts back against my sheets, cascading them in beautiful purple and brown waves, and something inside of my chest tightens painfully until my next breath hitches. I slip another finger inside of her tight hole, stretching her, and her wetness drips down my palm. The sounds escaping her, combined with the sound of her wetness, are pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I haven't cum in my pants since I was a prepubescent boy, but Olly is about to make that happen.
Her core tightens down hard on my fingers like a vice, and I watch with wonderment as her whole body seizes up tight, her muscles contracting underneath all her soft, golden skin. Her mouth opens, and a loud moan leaves her pretty lips as she cums, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. "Oh my god, fuck, cub, so good," she wails over and over, and my body fills with pride that I caused that to happen. When she's comedown from her high, I slide my fingers from inside of her pussy and slip them inside of my mouth, sucking them clean, and she watches with dilated pupils, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"That's one, Lavender. Just three or four more to go, and then I'll let you rest,maybe."
CHAPTER 17
OLLY
Jesus, every single part of me is in ecstasy right now as my limbs lock up, my hands fist, confined in his leather cuffs, and my lower body spasms again and again, already feeling bereft from the lack of his digits inside of me. So far, the little deviant hasn't disappointed me. I watch from below my lashes as he slips the fingers, that were just inside of me and brought me so much pleasure, into his mouth, licking and savoring my taste from them. The naughtiest look crosses his face, and a smirk pulls at his full lips. "That's one, Lavender. Just three or four more to go, and then I'll let you rest,maybe."
Three or four more to go? Holy fuck.I don't think I've ever come more than twice in one night, and he looks pretty confident in his words. I want to high-five myself for meeting this guy tonight; he's exactly what I needed to release some steam after dealing with those assholes. I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a groan. I can feel my wetness dripping out of me, and slipping down the crack of my ass to soak his sheets. I should be feeling self-conscious and embarrassed, strung up here and wide open for him, a fucking stranger until a few hours ago, but something about the way Sim is looking at me is makingme anything but. He looks like he would like nothing more than to consume me, like a damn vampire. At that thought, an image of pale skin and intense hazel eyes, daring me to hit him again, enters my mind unbidden, and I have to force the image of him away. Sim's large, tattooed hand reaches up and cradles my chin, forcing me to meet his sinful, dark sky-blue gaze. "Right here, baby. You belong to me right now, and I wantallof your attention."
He releases my chin, and his hand trails softly down the length of my neck, his fingers wrapping around the slim column and flexing, forcing my heart to skip a beat. A part of me wants him to take my ability to breathe away, regardless of how dangerous it is, and how vulnerable that will make me. I want to relinquish all control, and just fall into all the sensations he can provide. A distraction from the world I live in, filled with loss, plans of revenge, and hopelessness for my future. The truth that I refuse to readily acknowledge, even to myself, is that there’s no plan for anything more after I've achieved my goal. That devastating knowledge should bring instant crushing anxiety like it often does, but in this moment, all my energy and brain power solely belongs to Sim.
Sim's fingers tighten, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. At the same moment, he slips two thick digits back inside of me, compelling my body to bow for him, and my legs to tighten against his thick, muscular thighs, as he leans over me and my mouth opens in a silent scream. "That's it, my pretty flower. I want you to soak my fingers, while I take your breath away."
He leans forward, his tongue sliding down the side of my face as I gasp for air. Dark shadows are infiltrating the outskirts of my vision, as my body tries to fight the need for oxygen, and I yank forcefully on the cuffs that are cutting off my circulation with my straining. "Mmm, you taste delicious, Lavender." Hisfingers slide in and out of me in a languid movement, not enough to push me into the orgasm I can feel rising, but also too much to be ignored with their thickness. The fucker is enjoying teasing me. He drifts down my abdomen, licking and biting my skin in the process, as I clench down on his digits.Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's going to make me cum again.
When his head reaches my mound, he rubs his chin along the surface of my delicate skin, the rough whiskers prickling my flesh, and adding another level of intensity to everything, threatening to overwhelm my body. Just as I'm about to lose consciousness, he loosens his grip, and I suck in a mouthful of desperate air, as he licks my seam and lashes my clit. "Oh, fuck!" I gasp raggedly, as I try to encourage my body to breathe again unsuccessfully. His lips wrap around my swollen, tingling nub as he grazes it with his teeth. "SIM!" The scream is ripped right from the bowels of my chest, and ricochets off the thick, velvety space, as a rush of heat races up my spine, causing all my limbs to lock and my stomach to clench. I cum in a gush, my core tightening painfully over and over, as he continues to suck and bite my fevered, overstimulated flesh.
"OHMYGOD! HOLY FUCK!" I thrash against his sheets as it all becomes too much. My eyes close of their own accord as my body goes limp, utterly spent. His fingers ease from inside of me, and his muscular chest reaches across me, but I'm so tired, my limbs feeling like complete jello, that I can't even implore my eyes to see what he's doing. The sound of a drawer opening and closing reaches my ears, and then the distinct sound of a wrapper crinkling catches my attention. The warmth of his body leaves the surface of mine, and finally, I force my eyes to open.
He's stripped off all of his clothing, and Jesus, he's a magnificent work of art. All chiseled muscles and tight grooves, and dark gothic ink with thick swirls are spattered throughout the golden texture of his skin. My eyes trail down his chest, overthe hard-packed muscles of his pecs, and down to the six-pack etched as if in stone. I have to bite my lip to attempt to contain the moan, as I glimpse his Adonis belt with the grooves that make girls like me momentarily stupid. "Fuck, you're a work of art," I moan, shocked that I've uttered the words out loud when I catch his look of pleasure. My eyes zero in on his hands as one of them grips his girthy, long cock in a tight fist, and the other holds a condom to his crown, rolling it down the dark burgundy mushroom tip. "Um, no, absolutely fucking not!" I screech as I get a good look at the size of his cock, and panic hits me, as I attempt to shift my pussy away from him by scooting up the bed. "That thing is going to tear me in half, no fucking thanks!"
His chuckle is sinful as he disregards my comment, and rolls the condom down the rest of the way, releasing his cock so I get an eyeful, and my pussy clenches with both anticipation and dread. "I promise, pretty girl, you can take it." He grins as it bobs thickly against his stomach, and makes his way back between my legs, crawling on all fours like the lion cub I've named him. Jesus, why is that fucking sexy? On any other guy, the motion would look ridiculous, but on Sim, it's sinful. He grabs onto my hip and uses his body to force my thighs to part wide for him, as he positions himself at my entrance.
"Sim, I don't want to... walk..." I don't get to finish my sentence as he thrusts inside of me, stretching me until it's almost too painful, and a squeak vacates my lips. My body tries its best to accommodate his massive size, and to run away at the same time. He proceeds slowly, pushing inch after thick inch within my walls, and all I can hear is his deep breathing, and the mewling sounds I'm making, as I endeavor not to allow my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
"Halfway now, beautiful." He tries to hide a naughty grin, but I catch it anyway, and a part of me wants to headbutt him again for being so smug. Then the realization of what he's just saidclicks.Oh, my fucking God,he's only halfway inside of me, and my pussy already feels beyond full. He’s going to tear me in half. Jesus,I'm not surviving this man intact.
"Halfway?! Fuck!" I gasp, as I take a deep breath and wrap my legs around his waist, as he uses his tight grip on my hips, angling my lower body right off the mattress, so he can slide more of his huge cock inside of me with ease. I'm panting and sweating now, as all the different sensations race through my body and swarm me.
"Take a deep breath, baby," he instructs, his eyes intense as they meet mine, and his right hand wraps around my throat, instantly stalling the air inside my lungs as he tightens. He slams the rest of the way inside of me, sheathing himself to the hilt, and grinding against my heated flesh, and a guttural scream leaves my lips. "You're so tight, Lavender, fuck, I could die happily inside of you."
He loosens his grip on my throat, but doesn't altogether remove it, a mischievous smirk twitching at his full lips. "What's... so... funny?" I gasp as he starts moving inside of me, setting a rough, hard pace, the sound of our skin slapping against each other, and my wetness a loud symphony for our ears.
"You may... or may not...fuck, you feel so good... have my fingers...Jesus, your pussy is amazing... imprinted on your...fuck... pretty neck."
I should be outraged that he's marked me, but honestly, the pounding of his cock in my pussy, and the amazing friction, every time his pelvis rubs against my swollen clit, has an orgasm already skyrocketing inside of me. The thrill of knowing that I'll have a hand necklace in his exact size to match forces me to swallow my retort. His hand leaves my hip, and two of his fingers trace tight circles on my needy nub, ratcheting up the sensations until I explode once more, my eyes rolling intothe back of my head. My body becomes mush as he pounds roughly into me, using me to chase his own release. "Fuck! Toooomuuuuccchhhh!" I scream as pleasure starts to become pain.
"Perfect, you’re perfect. I knew your pretty pussy was made for my cock," he growls as he loses his rhythm, and forces me to take all of him over and over again. My poor cervix begs for reprieve, but I can’t get the words out to demand it. He uses his large body to force mine right off the mattress, so he can use me like a rag doll as I slide back and forth for him, like I'm boneless. One of his hands slaps at my clit, and the mixture of pleasure and pain causes my pussy to continue to contract, as wave after wave of aftershock takes over. His lips meet my ear, and the sound of his heavy breathing, and purring, is insanely sexy. "You fucked up, Lavender. This lion just laid claim to your kitty." He reaches down and bites my nipple through the material of my sports bra, and a gasp leaves my lips as he rips the tight fabric up, to lick at the sensitive tip.Ohmygod.
A snort escapes me instantly at how cheesy he is, even as his body gives one final thrust, and I feel him fill me with his hot cum through the latex. His breath hitches in such a sexy sound that I turn my head to stare at him, our faces pressed close together, until I can see that he has gold flecks deep in his blue eyes. His heavy weight feels amazing when it shouldn't. I breathe in his manly scent deeply, a mixture of sweat, cloves, and something decadent and spicy, that makes my head spin. His cock twitches inside of me at the same moment his fingers slide once more against my throbbing, overstimulated clit.
"No,fuck no!No more, Sim, seriously!" He raises his head and wags his eyebrows at me, but I'm not having it. Three orgasms in such a short time is too much, and my whole body feels like it's run a gauntlet. "Food, Sim.I need food, ten shots of tequila, and to sit on an ice pack, in that order, now."
He pulls back, slipping from inside of me with a groan, and I close my legs the minute he gives me enough room to bar him from any further access. All of my leg muscles complain at the movement, and I almost cry when my core clenches. Fuck, I'm going to be so sore, the fucker is hung like a damn horse. "Okay, but after I feed you and you have a little rest, I still have at least two more orgasms to give you tonight, Lavender. You're not cheating me of my prize." He reaches over and unlocks my wrists from the leather cuffs, and I release a pained whimper as the circulation starts moving again, and the sensation of pins and needles soars through my fingers.
"You're insane if you think I'm letting that monster back inside of me again tonight." I nod at his cock, which is still hard, and covered in the latex.
"Baby, don't offend him. He promises to be gentle!" Sim gets up and moves away from the bed, his muscular asscheeks clenching as he takes care of the condom, and looks back over his shoulder at me with a wink. "Well, at least for the first few minutes. Your pretty pussy enjoyed the ride on my joystick. Don't fucking lie, Lavender."
So fucking corny!What the hell have I got myself into?
CHAPTER 18
RIVER
