Page 10 of His to Claim
Another moment of utter shame washed through me and not because of what he was saying but because my pussy was clenching at the thought.
“Yes. Perhaps I will,” he added, removing his slickened fingers then smacking my pussy with several hard slaps.
“Oh…” The slice of pain was so unexpected, and I could swear I was going to explode in a raging orgasm.
He untangled his fingers from my hair, immediately wrapping them around my neck. “To have your very life in my hands, forcing you to suck my cock, taking every inch of me.”
The words were startling, adrenaline rushing into every cell and muscle. I was shocked how exciting the crude words truly were, leaving me breathless with anticipation. I jutted my hips, realizing I was begging for him to finger fuck me.
“Mmm… It would seem the little princess is hungry.” I hadn’t realized just how strong he was until he flipped me over, my head and shoulders now hanging over the back of the couch, his massive arms wrapped around my legs. I had absolutely no control and no way of getting out of his powerful hold. His guttural sound was entirely animalistic as he lowered his head, burying his face in my pussy.
“Oh, God. Shit. I…” I slapped my hands against the sofa, my fingers clawing into the leather, straining in a useless effort to see him. I was totally exposed and at his mercy, the man able to do anything he wanted. All I could do was stare out the floor-to-ceiling window, studying the lights of the city and the glow of the stars. I was completely thrown, my mind reeling at the realization I was actually his prisoner.
At least for now.
He moved his head back and forth, feasting on me savagely, thrusting his tongue inside while he rolled his thumb around my clit. The moment he pinched my tender tissue, I let out a series of bedraggled moans, tossing my head from side to side.
Nothing had ever felt this good.
There was nothing to prepare me for the intense smacks to my swollen lips, one coming right after the other. I was shocked, struggling to hold on as anguish washed over me. Everything was a blur until he licked up and down once again in languishing motions, taking his time to lap up every drop of my cream.
The dichotomy was breathtaking, leaving me weak in the knees and unable to think clearly. I fell into a moment of rapture as he drove several fingers inside, curling the tips as he finger fucked me. The moment he hit my G-spot, I almost climaxed, forced to take several deep breaths. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking once again, the sounds he emitted barbaric.
Then he issued another series of hard smacks.
I was pitched into utter bliss, the man bringing me to the edge of a climax then pulling back. He repeated the move several times, chuckling in a dark and almost sadistic manner. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
“Please…” I heard myself moan, another surreal moment. I never begged anyone for anything.
“Please what, my little princess?”
“Let me come.” He’d called me his princess all those years before, something I’d never learned to appreciate. The way he said the single word tonight was entirely different.
As if he was king of the jungle.
“Hmmm…” He resumed his duties, licking me feverishly, his fingers thrusting harder and faster.
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer.
“Oh, you’re bad. Oh, so bad,” I exclaimed, trying to hold back but I knew I was losing all sense of control.
“You can’t come unless I allow you to,” he muttered, once again burying his face.
He was crazy, out of his bloody mind. “Please!”
A few seconds ticked by. Then a few more as he continued the delicious process and I was spent, exhausted to the point I could no longer feel my legs.
“Come, my little princess. Come.”
There was no holding back. The climax soared into me, searing every nerve ending as the wave came crashing down. “Ah!” I slapped my hand over my mouth, trying to hold back another scream. I could only imagine what my neighbors thought.
Stone continued to hold me, his rough tongue licking luxuriously. Meanwhile, my mind was spinning, my body still succumbing to the rapture.
I was still shaking as he brought me upright, caressing my cheek with the pads of his fingers. I wanted desperately so see his eyes, to be able to tell what he was thinking, but I could only hear his ragged breathing. He inched closer until our lips were only centimeters apart.
“You are still one. Bad. Girl.” The husky sound of his voice was thrilling, the electricity shooting back and forth between us intense. When he crushed his mouth over mine, the taste of my juice filling my mouth, I slipped my arms around his neck.
He held me close as the passion erupted even more, the kiss wild with raging desire, two animals mating. I was thrown by how aggressive I was, wrapping my arms around his head and pressing us tightly together. He thrust his tongue past my lips, dominating mine as I knew he would do.