he brought the masterful fingers she’d seen strum guitars beneath her folds. “Your lips are so soaked,” he groaned, “I can feel them sticking to your thong.”
“Because I want you,” she whimpered, wanting to shut out the world by losing herself with him.
He met her gaze, his eyes fueled by lust’s fire. “You’re going to have me.” Stellan’s face hardened into an edge she could only label as a Dom’s. “Right after I spank you.”
“O-okay.”
“Feel free to scream,” he explained evenly as he molded her nether lips beneath the silk, heating her unbearably. A slight waft of air met her thighs as he reared back, and then the first hard smack landed right on her pussy.
“Stellan!”
He wrapped his free arm around the back of her waist, holding her in place. The second slap came even harder. Strangely, her mind started moving on to a place that separated her from everything and everyone. His sharp smacks were firing one after the other, her lips swelling not from impact but from arousal.
“Feel the fire spread?” he whispered in a whiskey-smooth voice against her mouth, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip. His fingertips brushed her soaked thong, barely touching her, but inciting a wicked burn.
“Yes,” she whispered raggedly, a wildfire working out from her core, heating her legs and torso. “I don’t think I’ve ever…been this…wet.”
He easily found her clit, and, to her horrified surprise, he pinched the tender bud mercilessly. Her legs gave out at the erotic assault, the wicked touch nearly detonating her orgasm. He backed off right before she came, and lifted her easily in his strong arms.
He reached above him, yanking something down, but Libby was lost pressing her lips across his shoulders and throat. The feel of him against her mouth, the taste, there was nothing she could compare this need to, nothing at all. The need for escapism was all she knew, and he was delivering it right to her. Her hands were drawn high over her head, secured by padded manacles. Tugging, she stretched out.
He stood back and ran the backs of his knuckles over her nipples. “Anything cutting into your wrists?”
“No.” She licked her drying lips, wishing he would kiss her again.
He bent and secured a brown leather strap beneath one thigh, and then the other. Around her waist, he secured a thicker band equipped with stiffer stays. With another crank over her head, her legs lifted off the ground in a spread frog position, the knees slightly elevated. But her feet dangled freely. Thankfully, she’d recently waxed, because his eyes would miss nothing at this angle.
He stood back, stroking his magnificent cock, pacing slightly in front of her. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“You’re testing my restraint. I want to eat your cream, but this,” he said, squeezing the head of his cock until it tinged blue, “wants to fuck you right now, until I feel you drip down my balls.”
“You’re making me crazy.” She could barely breathe, watching him watching her. But Libby certainly wanted Stellan to skip the good stuff and get to the better stuff, which, by the size of his cock, would be a mind numbing fucking.
He circled her, making slow movements with his hands, roaming them up and down her body. She heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper, but he made no move to fuck her. In fact, for long, silent minutes he touched her entire body, even her ears, but completely avoided her sex. Meanwhile, she’d completely saturated herself, arousal even leaking down her dark crevice. Libby nearly screamed out in need right when he moved in front of her, her eyes dropping to his thick cock now donned in a condom. He stroked her with one finger from clit to ass, twirling around her rosette. She felt her body tensing, fighting what he was about to do.
“You are so red between your legs, so ready for my cock.” His finger pressed inside her anus, and she immediately clamped down on it,
“Because I want you,” she whimpered, wanting to shut out the world by losing herself with him.
He met her gaze, his eyes fueled by lust’s fire. “You’re going to have me.” Stellan’s face hardened into an edge she could only label as a Dom’s. “Right after I spank you.”
“O-okay.”
“Feel free to scream,” he explained evenly as he molded her nether lips beneath the silk, heating her unbearably. A slight waft of air met her thighs as he reared back, and then the first hard smack landed right on her pussy.
“Stellan!”
He wrapped his free arm around the back of her waist, holding her in place. The second slap came even harder. Strangely, her mind started moving on to a place that separated her from everything and everyone. His sharp smacks were firing one after the other, her lips swelling not from impact but from arousal.
“Feel the fire spread?” he whispered in a whiskey-smooth voice against her mouth, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip. His fingertips brushed her soaked thong, barely touching her, but inciting a wicked burn.
“Yes,” she whispered raggedly, a wildfire working out from her core, heating her legs and torso. “I don’t think I’ve ever…been this…wet.”
He easily found her clit, and, to her horrified surprise, he pinched the tender bud mercilessly. Her legs gave out at the erotic assault, the wicked touch nearly detonating her orgasm. He backed off right before she came, and lifted her easily in his strong arms.
He reached above him, yanking something down, but Libby was lost pressing her lips across his shoulders and throat. The feel of him against her mouth, the taste, there was nothing she could compare this need to, nothing at all. The need for escapism was all she knew, and he was delivering it right to her. Her hands were drawn high over her head, secured by padded manacles. Tugging, she stretched out.
He stood back and ran the backs of his knuckles over her nipples. “Anything cutting into your wrists?”
“No.” She licked her drying lips, wishing he would kiss her again.
He bent and secured a brown leather strap beneath one thigh, and then the other. Around her waist, he secured a thicker band equipped with stiffer stays. With another crank over her head, her legs lifted off the ground in a spread frog position, the knees slightly elevated. But her feet dangled freely. Thankfully, she’d recently waxed, because his eyes would miss nothing at this angle.
He stood back, stroking his magnificent cock, pacing slightly in front of her. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“You’re testing my restraint. I want to eat your cream, but this,” he said, squeezing the head of his cock until it tinged blue, “wants to fuck you right now, until I feel you drip down my balls.”
“You’re making me crazy.” She could barely breathe, watching him watching her. But Libby certainly wanted Stellan to skip the good stuff and get to the better stuff, which, by the size of his cock, would be a mind numbing fucking.
He circled her, making slow movements with his hands, roaming them up and down her body. She heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper, but he made no move to fuck her. In fact, for long, silent minutes he touched her entire body, even her ears, but completely avoided her sex. Meanwhile, she’d completely saturated herself, arousal even leaking down her dark crevice. Libby nearly screamed out in need right when he moved in front of her, her eyes dropping to his thick cock now donned in a condom. He stroked her with one finger from clit to ass, twirling around her rosette. She felt her body tensing, fighting what he was about to do.
“You are so red between your legs, so ready for my cock.” His finger pressed inside her anus, and she immediately clamped down on it,
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