Page 44 of Covert Desires

My mind is reduced to insular thoughts as Kiah keeps milking my spent dick.

Dio mio!

Gasping, I spit out her breast, desperately trying to regain my breath. “N-no more,” I stutter like I’m a child again, overstimulation burning my skin to the point of tears.

After two more tugs, Kiah mercifully stops torturing me, dropping my sensitive dick.

Exhaling slowly, deeply, I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer as I try to summon my senses.

Until the innkeeper whispers “Look at me” in that commanding tone, and I force them open again.

I’m rewarded by a radiant grin on Kiah’s face, and I can’t help but smile like an idiot, a satisfied idiot.

She pushes her sticky fingers between my lips, and I suck my cum off her digits, never breaking eye contact.

“Look how pretty you came for me,” she praises as she twirls her fingers inside my mouth, and my stupid spent dick perks up again.

What is this woman doing to me?

I don’t trust my voice to speak, so I focus on sucking her fingers. The taste is salty, surprisingly so, but not as unpleasant as I thought it would be. I’ve never tasted my own cum before.

“Such a beautiful cock. It’s such a waste keeping it locked up.”

I nod, incapable of a more elaborate response.

Kiah pulls her fingers from my mouth and uses both hands to push me down on the towel.

Climbing over me, she pins me between her muscular thighs, one on either side of my waist as she straddles me. Her body is cold and wet from the ocean, exploding shivers all over my skin.

But my mind has a single focus—those perfect tits of hers. From down here, those round mounds look even more glorious. Hypnotized, I reach for them again with both hands.

But Kiah smacks my hands away. “Not without permission. Ask first.”

“P-please. Please!” I plead shamelessly.

“Words. What do you want?” she torments me, shaking her torso ever-so-slightly so those delectable breasts dangle before me like a prize I simply have to win.

“Please m-may I t-t-touch?” I murmur, begging, like this is how I speak now. My threatening voice has reduced weaker people to tears with its menacing tone, but the only one close to tears today is me.

Why is this so fucking hard?

But I don’t have time to berate myself or my regression into stuttering. My feral desires are in the driving seat, and they want only one thing—Kiah.Allof her.

“Not yet. Hold still,” she instructs, and I whine like a little puppy.

For a hellishly long moment, Kiah just sits on top of me, studying my face as she makes up her mind about how to proceed.

The indecision is clear on her features. I know what a woman looks like when she’s about to do something she really wants but knows she shouldn’t.

I don’t dare move, as difficult as it is. If she leaves now, I’ll go insane, I know that. Ineedher.

The primal urges tearing through my insides burn brighter with every second that passes, threatening to make me come undone at the very seams.

I want her so fucking badly. To feel her warmth, her fire. I want her to consume me, destroy me,anythingto dull this incessant yearning that flows through my veins like poisoned blood.

Please!

With a single “fuck-it,” the Devil on her shoulder wins, and Kiah repositions herself, wrapping her hand around my dick and lining it up with her entrance.

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