Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
His sapphire eyes search every inch of me for assurance. “Have I begun to satisfy you?”
“This’s a lovely start,” I purr as two of his fingers find refuge in my raining haven.
“Oh, not yet?” Victor’s voice is a bold yet smooth wine as he kisses my clit.
“Place me on the bed,” I firmly order.
There’s a glimmer in Victor’s eye, but it’s hard with desire. A new and pleasing desire to be a submissive. I hold on to the seed of control because I am so damn ready to beg for the dick. Not sure what I want more, his cock or to punish him deliciously for leaving, I just smile in satisfaction as Victor feasts on my pussy. Though I’ve been allowed to have control, I lose it all as an orgasm explodes through my body.
Victor lays me on the bed. He kisses me with the sweet nectar that he just delighted in. Addicted to the taste of me laced on his tongue, I moan against his mouth and begin to straddle him.
“No, my queen, pleasing you is the decree.” Victor picks me up and flips me over to my hands and knees. A moan erupts from my body as his dick finds its way inside me. He leans down, and his tongue twirls at the nape of my neck, nibbling. He's starting to sweat, and my body begins to glisten. With my ass to Victor, he reaches around and toys with my sweet wet bulb. My knees give out.
“Allow me,” Victor says. Ever the obedient lover, he grips my hips, supporting me. He continues to play with my clit. The waves crashing over my body has my tiny frame shaking like a leaf. I sail the current of this next orgasm.
27
Victor
“Beg for this pussy, Victor.” The lioness, my Luxury, twirls around and crawls on the bed, looking back to make sure I’m watching.
I have myself a laugh. I just had the perfect taste of her cunt, and now I’m made to grovel? Nevertheless, I know what she means.
Beg.
My hands will beg.
My mouth too, just not in the usual way.
My body will beg by way of worshipping her.
I fucking sigh, glimpsing her round ass and then that wet pussy. She no longer needs my direction, having created that perfect arch of her back and allowing her ass to bend even more. The jewel I’m obsessed with becomes even more visible. I let my thumb plunge into her wetness as my lips trail the small of her back.
“Oooo.” Luxury’s hands and knees shake each time a kiss adorns that soft spot right above her ass.
“You just came countless times, but I must beg?” I chuckle, hypnotized by pleasing her.
“That’s right,” Luxury replies, twirling her ass in my face.
Controlled by lust, my tongue dips inside her arsehole. I allow a few more fingers to thrust in and out of her pussy. My cock is swollen with desire. I’ll hold off. Soon as Luxury rides over her first wave, I alternate from kissing her pussy from the back, tongue thrusting the depth of her ocean.
“Have I paid penance for leaving, Luxury?”
“Yes . . . yes . . . yesssss!”
With my tongue flickering every throbbing fold, I shove as hard as the smaller muscle will go.
“Victorrrrrr, I need you.”
I sweep my hands over her ass cheeks and murmur, “Eh . . . I’ve more sins to pay for, Luxury. You give in too easily.”
I suck at her pussy until my mouth, jaw, and chest are witness to the river of her cunt, and Luxury’s back has sagged. I inch into her. Her tight ass threatens for me to explode on the spot, but I grip her left ass cheek and catch a rhythm.
At this very moment, I am certain that I’ll be content if I never murder again. Luxury’s ass pounds at my cock. As we accelerate, she can no longer scream my name. I fuck her into the mattress until we finally cum together.
Hearts pounding like a drum, we sink down with me on top.
“Vic . . . move, you big lumberjack.” Her murmur’s muffled by the pillow.
“Oh shite,” I groan, falling at her side, only to scoop her into my arms. “Wake me in five minutes, Lux. We’ve got places to be.” Exhausted and spent, I’d long forgotten the arrangements I’d made for my return.
“Alright, five minutes,” she gripes, and I dose off to the sound of Luxury denying that we have anywhere to be but here with each other.
Either Luxury allowed me a longer slumber, or I entered REM sleep in less than five minutes. She awakens me, peppering kisses all over my face, and says, “Where do we have to be, Victor?”
“You’ll find out soon.”
She gasps, nipping my bottom lip. “Equal my ass! That sounds like old Victor.”
“If you must, we can compromise at my discretion. There are stipulations to the rules—”