This isn't a slow, deliberate exploration.
This is a full-on assault.
My tongue works her clit in fast, hard circles, my lips sucking, my teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves with just enoughpressure to feel good. I slide two fingers inside her and pump them in and out, fast and hard, mimicking the brutal rhythm I'll use later with my cock.
She gasps, her body bowing off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat, as all the sensations hit her at once.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, a desperate, hungry grip that pulls me deeper. I find that spot inside her with the tips of my fingers, the one that makes women see stars.
I crook my fingers, stroking, massaging, as I suck her clit, my tongue working in a relentless rhythm designed to shatter her.
Her moans become a high, desperate keening as her entire body tenses.
"Please, please, please," she chants, a desperate, broken mantra.
When I don't answer, they turn to shouts.
"Please, Sir! Please, please!" she screams, her hands fisting the sheets so hard I'm surprised they don't rip.
Her release is barreling down on her, a freight train of pleasure she can't stop, can't control.
She's trying to hold back.
She's trying so hard to be good.
Her body is a battlefield, a war between her desperate need for release and her desperate need to please me.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her entire body is vibrating, a live wire of desperate, frantic energy.
"Just a little longer," I growl against her. "Hold off."
I can feel her fighting it, her entire body trembling with the effort of holding back the wave that threatens to crash over her.
At the last second, I make a decision.
As her orgasm is barreling down on her, I jerk my cock and ready it.
As she starts to go over, I pull my fingers out and replace them with the head of my cock, pushing inside her in one hard, deep thrust.
She's so wet, so ready, that I slide in easily, her walls clenching around me, a desperate, hungry grip that pulls me deeper.
I press my newly-freed fingers to her clit and continue my assault, but slower now. Just enough to keep her on the razor's edge as I pound my cock deep inside her.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes, wide and dazed with pleasure, fly to mine.
"Beg me again," I growl, my hips pulling back, then slamming into her again. "Make me believe you need it."
A sob tears from her throat.
"Please, Sir," she cries, my name a ragged, desperate plea that tears right through me. "Please let me come."
"Who do you belong to?" I ask, my hips picking up the pace, driving into her, my cock hitting a spot inside her that makes her toes curl, and her eyes roll back.
"You," she cries. "I belong to you."
