He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, I’ll have handprints on the underside of my thighs. They’ll go nicely with the hickeys smattering my body.
“What did you learn, little mouse?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto my clit.
I growl, another frustrated tear leaking down my temple and into my hairline.
“Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before I can get any satisfaction from it.
I shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from my mouth. I curse against the flaring pain in my face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear me.
“You fucking psycho motherf—” my tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to my clit.
“Try again. Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?”
I heave, trying to calm myself down but failing.
I don’t even know how to begin to name the emotions swelling inside of me. I could explode from the force of them converging all in my chest.
“Probably,” I grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark, it must come straight from an Edgar Allan Poe flick.
He nips at me again, but this one lighter and more playful.
“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?”
I clamp my mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid fucking question. I understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.
In response to my nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me bereft. But before I can complain, he licks me again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks me from the bottom up, going particularly slow over my pulsating clit.
My eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from my throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase my spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up my cunt.
I arch my back, growling from how easily my body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.
But just as I start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops.
“Do you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.
A frustrated sob works its way up my throat, but I swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before I feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on my tongue.
“Loud and fucking clear, kitty cat.”
A dark chuckle skitters across my core, and I’m ashamed of how my body responds. My ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs.
His tongue dives into my pussy, licking inside of me with ravenous strokes.
A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.
The pressure builds as he finally does what I’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of my pussy.
Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now I regret the tape ever leaving my mouth. Because I don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to me, but I can’t seem to contain myself either.
I just lose myself. To him and the thrashing of his tongue on my clit. It’s impossible to resist as the coil deep in my stomach curls painfully tight.
I can’t stop him from sucking my clit into his mouth any more than I can control the orgasm from reaching its peak.
I suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as my body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside me just as I do, and the bliss is catastrophic. I no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do I stop my thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.
Drown in my fucking pussy. Die there for all I care.
Euphoria consumes me, wrapping me so tightly in its clutches, all five of my senses are lost to it.
This isn’t a climb to heaven. It’s a fall from grace.
I’ll never recover—not when my soul has been ripped from my body and dragged down to hell. I fell so deeply that I’ve found myself in the devil’s lair, being feasted on from the dark god himself.
Moans wrack from my throat, and I feel his answering groan. His hands clutch at my thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at my throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than my body can handle.
He rips his mouth away and crawls up my body while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. I’m still delirious, my mouth still parted as I continue to moan. So, when he pinches my cheeks, holding my mouth open, I hardly care. His fingers feel too good.