“Good. Because I’m going to eat this pussy until you come all over my mouth and chin.”
Then I bury my face between her legs. I lick her with long, unhurried strokes meant to drag every sound out of her. Every bite, every kiss tastes of heat and surrender.
She moans behind the gag, deep and guttural, hips jerking up into my mouth like she’s already halfway gone.
I hum against her clit, and her entire body trembles. My fingers follow, sliding in deep, curling to find that spot that makes her come undone without mercy.
I don’t rush. I love playing with her pussy.
Each thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue are commands she can’t ignore. She writhes, her hips bucking. She grinds her pussy against my mouth, riding my face with shameless abandon. The gag muffles her moans, but I feel the tremor of her core as she loses herself. And then the buildup tightens and snaps.
Her orgasm slams into her, hard and feral. I hold her down, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her pinned as she shakes and sobs through the orgasm. Her juices flood my mouth, sweet and obscene. I drink her down, tongue working her clit as she jerks and bucks, soaked and undone.
She cries out through the gag, twitching, and wrung out. Her body spasms, caught between pleasure and oversensitivity. Her thighs tremble, still parted, still offering everything to me.
I stay there, licking slowly, drawing out the aftershocks until shewhimpers, pleading with her body for a moment’s mercy. Only when her breath evens and her muscles slacken do I stop.
I rise from the bed, my mouth slick with her cream. I step back, eyes locked on hers as I strip. The skeleton mask stays on. But the rest of me? Bare and tense with need.
Her eyes drop the second I free my cock—thick, veined, flushed, already leaking. She stares wide-eyed, still gagged and bound.
I step closer, standing at the edge of the bed, feet wide, cock in hand, watching her fall apart from nothing but the sight. I wrap a fist around the base and stroke slowly, milking pre-cum from the tip.
She’s gagged and helpless, but her eyes say it all. She’s starving and begging, tracking every stroke and twitch.
I loom over her, voice low. “You ready for this cock to be buried deep inside you?”
She jerks beneath me, moaning behind the gag, nodding. Wild. Desperate. Her thighs fall wider without being told, her body already screaming yes.
“Yeah,” I growl, fist stroking harder. “That’s what I fucking thought. You’re gonna take every inch, and you’re gonna scream when you come on it.”
I crawl onto the bed, shoving her legs open, settling between them. The silk holds her tight, wrists stretched above her head, body laid out, bare and trembling.
Her sweat, the salt of her skin, the slick gleam between her thighs—every inhale fuels me.
I line myself up at her entrance and pause, cock pulsing.
“This beautiful pussy,” I growl, the words a dark vow, “is mine. All fucking night.”
I position myself at her silky entrance, dragging the head of my cock through her slick folds, teasing, taunting. Then I press forward, watching every inch disappear into her heat.
Fuck.
She takes me so well. Tight. Wet. Desperate. Her body clenches around me, never letting go.
Then I pull back and slide in again, deeper this time. Harder. Unstoppable. A single brutal stroke that knocks the breath from her lungs.
She thrums against me, gasping, moaning behind the gag. Each sound vibrates into my chest, electric and raw. I don’t slow down. I press harder, my hand gripping her hip, guiding and anchoring her, claiming every inch.
Every motion is precise and relentless, until her hips buck back into me, seeking rhythm.
“Look at you,” I growl between thrusts, voice shredded with control. “Gagged and dripping—your cunt’s fucking starving for me.”
I shift forward, every movement controlled and calculated. My hand slides down the curve of her waist, gripping tight as I drag her against me until we’re flush, no space left between us.
Then I slam in again, deep and deliberate.
My hand finds her throat, firm and possessive. It’s not about hurting her. It’s about owning her. About showing her who this moment belongs to.
