Guilty Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page B

it between her palms. It quivered beneath her touch. She laughed, and then she began to lick him with slow, firm strokes of her tongue from the tip to the root. She twisted her head so she might take his balls into her mouth, her tongue teasing at them, rolling them around the heated cavern. Then she returned to his cock, taking it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking until he was groaning, growing thick and hard with his need.
    He attempted to stop her from milking him, from stealing his cream, his fingers tightening about the thick black curls on her head. But he could not force her to relinquish her hold on him. Unable to help himself, he groaned as if in pain, spurting his thick cream down her throat as she eagerly swallowed it, gulping noisily.
    His great cock limp, he cursed her, but Carla stood up, her hand stopping the flow of his words. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed atop him, smiling down into his handsome face. “There is more, sweeting,” she promised him. Then, leaning forward, she pushed one of her nipples into his surprised mouth. “Suck!” she told him. “If you do not make me hot with lust, you shall not have me at all.”
    His hands fastened about the cheeks of her ass, holding her firm. His mouth sucked hungrily upon her tit. “You are such a bitch, and you have turned the tables on me, haven’t you? We are a worthy pair, my queen.” Then he continued sucking her. His hands gently pulled her ass cheeks apart so she could feel his newly rejuvenating cock settling between the twin halves.
    She felt the flesh hardening and pulsing as it grew in length and width. She could hardly wait for him to impale her on it. But she would torture him a bit longer. He deserved it for spoiling her retreat at Amorata Cay, for ruining her longtime fantasy, but then perhaps that was a bit unfair. She had, after all, grown bored with it all until he’d forced himself into her Channel life.
    Suddenly he rolled her over onto her back, his cock free of her flesh. He began to lick her as she at once licked him. She purred with pleasure as his tongue moved across her breasts, her belly, and over her plump mons. “Aye,” she told him. “Aye!”
    “Little whore,” he murmured into her ear. “So hot for it, but so careful not to show it. Shall I punish you by not fucking you, my queen? Or shall I bury myself to the hilt within your tight sweet cunt that even now is crying out for me?”
    “If you say so, your grace,” Carla replied coyly.
    “Jesu!” he groaned, and then without another word he rammed himself into her, fucking her lustily until she screamed with delight, her juices crowning the head of his cock. But he was still hard as iron. He began again. And yet again. Each time she came. Each time she howled her pleasure more loudly. “I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned, fucking her to another climax. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
    “Because you have been a very bad boy, I suspect,” Carla said, smacking his bottom several hard blows. Then she wrapped her legs about him. “But you will come this time for me, king of the pirates. You will fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. And then you will come. I am going to drain you, king of the pirates.”
    Her strength and her fierce words stoked his lust. He rode her hard until they were both climaxing together, groaning and crying out with their satisfaction as they came, finally rolling away from each other, wet with their exertions.
    “You were magnificent!” he said, sighing with his deep pleasure.
    Ping! Ping! Ping! The Channel is now closing.
    “I know I was,” Carla told him. She had won! “By the way, sweetie, I’m deleting this fantasy.” She grinned triumphantly at him.
    “No!” the king of the pirates said fiercely.
    “Farewell,” Carla told him. “You really were a grand fuck, your grace.” Then she was back in her own bed. Carla picked up the remote. It had been an incredible night, but such nights were rare, even