Leaning back just a little, my hand grazed against the giant bulge in his pants,
gripping and stroking him just the way he liked. That didn’t last very long.
In a split second, Darren had propelled himself up, taking me and my tortured
clit with him until I found myself on my back at the opposite end of the bed.
Growling but never wavering from his task, Darren gripped my wrists and held
them over my hips, pinning me down while he continued his slow and deliberate
onslaught.
I cried out in frustration, doing my best to pull my wrists from his hands, but I
knew the only way they would be free is if he allowed them to be. Instead, I was
forced to suffer and writhe under him, the pleasure emanating from his tongue
driving me fucking mad.
“Please, Darren, please,” I begged, my hips attempting to arch up to meet his
strokes, but he kept me down. Everything would happen at his pace, when he
decided, with zero room for deviation or compromise. I was his to do with as he
pleased, and for some reason, I was still fighting that. I was not a toy, and if there
was anything I could fight and escape from, it was that. I was more. So much more.
“How badly do you want to come?” he finally asked me.
“More than I want air,” I replied, my voice straining under the light pressure of
his tongue.
Just then, he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I shuddered from how
agonizingly close I was. Just a little more.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he drawled against my scorching flesh before
taking a long, thick lick up my slit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “I belong to you.”
Those words were my escape, my key to the heavy door blocking my release, and
when they were spoken, it was like the drawbridge had been lowered, and I was
free. Free to come as hard and as long as I wanted. And that was exactly what
Darren gave me.
Instantly, the pressure of his tongue increased, and he zoned in on every pulsing
inch of my pussy. I came in a matter of seconds, pleasure bursting from within until
I could barely breathe, and even then Darren did not relent. He pushed me past the
brink of the first orgasm until I was screaming from the second. I hadn’t even
realized Darren had stopped until his face was hovering above mine and his cock
buried inside me. And even then, the pleasure kept coming. His cock honed in on
my G-spot, bumping and stroking exactly where he needed to be.
I moaned so loudly I was sure the whole house could hear it. My hands curled
around Darren’s arms, holding myself together as he pounded into me with enough
force to throw me from the bed. And I fucking loved it. After a few more strokes, he
lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, giving himself an even deeper angle, and
suddenly, everything intensified.
My nails dug into his skin almost purposely, as if I wanted to mark him myself. I
knew I’d be feeling this later, and I wanted Darren to have the same reminder when
he looked in the mirror. In the midst of it all, my eyes found Darren’s, and I
couldn’t ignore the electrical current flowing between our bodies. Sparks ignited in
my head, giving charge to the blood still pumping into my clit, creating the most
delicious sensitivity. And there it was again—my body on the verge of a third
explosion.
“Oh, God!” I moaned, arching myself into him again.
Darren sat up more, placing one foot on the floor and repositioning me so he
could fondle my chest without interrupting his pace. He pinched my nipples,
rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, and I swore I could taste blood in
my mouth. I’d taken me a minute before I realized I had been biting my lip.
“Fuck!” Darren groaned as his thrusts became harder, hinging his own release
on mine. And those few extra strokes were all it took for that third orgasm to burst
through my already conquered fortress. I could feel my walls clamping around
Darren, squeezing him for all he was and nearly shoving him off the edge. We came
together, our moans mixing to form one sound of ultimate pleasure. And when it
was over, Darren collapsed on top of me, his heated and heavy body covering mine
while he drifted from the high of his orgasm.
I was busy catching my breath,
