Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Raya watches me, full of wonder. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t voice any dismay. She doesn’t question if I’m going to see her right, and right now that’s a good thing because I need a moment to gather myself. My vision is foggy, as well as my head.
I fight to get my breathing somewhere near to even, my clenched fist loosening in her hair. “Let’s turn you around.” I get my shakes under control and unbuckle the cuffs, lifting her at the waist to get her on her back without needing to remove the spreader. “Okay?” I help ease her back down to the horse as she nods, silent as she watches me re-secure her hands. Her head falls to the side, her breathing still harsh, her face covered in my seed. Call me depraved, but I leave it, wiping just a drop away from the corner of her eye with my little finger. She smiles mildly, and for reasons I’ll probably never fathom, it pulls a smile from me, too.
“Nice piercing,” she murmurs, diverting her gaze slowly from my cock to my eyes. My smile only widens as I step over the spreader bar to between her thighs, stroking across her small breasts as I go. Placing my hands on her knees, I dip and rest my lips on her tummy. Her back arches, her eyes closing. I came only a minute ago, yet life is pulsing back into my cock once again. My mouth waters as I turn my attention to her gorgeous cunt.
“Talk to me, Raya.” The very tip of my finger rests on her clit. “What do you want?”
“Your mouth.” She doesn’t beat around the bush. “I want your tongue on me.”
I push a finger inside of her, sweeping around the soft walls, and lower my face, running my nose through the hair framing her sweet pussy. “Smells good,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting her scent intoxicate me. My tongue flicks across her clit. I groan, and Raya bucks off the horse, her legs desperate to close but unable to. I lick her from bottom to top, my tongue flat and firm.
She starts mumbling what sound like prayers as I tease her, drive her insane, push her to her limit. I build her up, tormenting her with my tongue, before withdrawing, letting her tension retreat before going back in. The sounds of her crying and begging for her orgasm as I lick her out is golden. I play with her for an age, held prisoner at her pussy by her constant pleas. I don’t need her to tell me that this is going to be powerful for her, maybe even too much to take. The knowledge spurs me on. I close my mouth over her and suck ravenously, pushing her thighs further apart. She screams, her whole torso catapulting upward. I taste her climax. I feel it hit my tongue.
Fuck…me.
I swallow it down, the taste dizzying. Never before has someone captured me in the moment so completely. None of what just happened was forced. I feel utterly blindsided as I roll my tongue through her pulsing folds, taking every last drop of her and consuming it, devouring it, letting myself get completely drunk on it. Jesus Christ, she is delicious.
Raya eventually settles, though she’s far from still, her body trembling in the aftermath. Her head is lax, fallen to the side, but her eyes are open and staring across the room. She looks disorientated. In shock. I can relate.
Surrendering her sweet pussy, I crouch and release her legs, struggling to rise when I’m done. I lower my torso to her front, her face close to mine, eyes on my profile, as I unfasten the cuffs, rubbing some life back into her wrists.
“Okay?” I ask and she nods as I help her up. She’s unstable, and though I am less than steady myself, I swoop her up and carry her to the bed, my face tight with the burning, deep ache in my shoulder.
Setting her on the mattress, I go find a cloth and wet it before returning and sitting on the edge of the bed. This isn’t protocol, but wiping her clean seems only reasonable since I ejaculated all over her stunning face. “Thank you.” She sighs and closes her eyes as I sweep the cloth gently over her cheeks.
“Welcome.” I finish up and stare down at her peaceful face for a few moments, knowing I’ve fulfilled her need to forget, but still feeling a deep, misplaced need to know what I’ve helped her forget. Everyone at this club has their reasons for immersing themselves in this decadent pleasure pit. Some need control, some crave power, and others, like me, simply love the no-strings, emotionless fucks. The excitement. The power plays. I don’t need this. I want it. This woman needed it. I’ve never seen anyone so lost in the moment, and, worryingly, I’ve never felt so lost myself.