Page 39 of Deadly Sights

I press my forehead against her thigh in relief. I’m not failing her. “Anything you decide will be a gift from heaven. You couldpunch me in the nuts and I’d come back for more if I could lick your pussy while you manhandle me.”

“As sweet as the sentiment is—” Nadira encircles my cock and strokes my length “—this work of beauty deserves adoration not abuse.” The heat from her breath blows stronger against my head, then she slows her strokes to a stop. “Did I say you were done? Or didn’t you mean it when you said you were going to make me squirt?”

“I hope you remember those words after you gush into my mouth.” I latch onto her clit and plunge two fingers into her tight channel, gently stroking the top of her vagina.

Her body tenses when I stroke against a firm area, so I do it again. A soul-deep groan issues from her before she says, “It’s on.”

Wet heat engulfs my cock. Sensations I’ve never experienced travel along the nerves in my body, electrifying everything on their way up to my hair follicles. My vision goes white, but being blind doesn’t stop me from licking and sucking or plunging my fingers in her ass and pussy.

I’ve waited a long time to experience this moment and nothing will stop me from living it to the fullest. The years of not knowing Nadira’s fate, but believing my soulmate would reappear to rescue me from my loneliness fed me for so long. But now, the reality of her, the warm flesh beneath my fingers and above my mouth, her sweet scent permeating my pores, and the sinful decadence of her vocalizing her pleasure, all make the years without her worthwhile.

My imagination is no competition for the way she dominates me and fulfills a craving I never knew I had. Yesterday, I said I was her subject, tonight I’ve become her slave.

Nadira lavishes my shaft and balls with attention, sucking at the skin, nibbling along my length, and sucking at the pre-cum copiously pouring from my head. My balls tighten and my thighstremble, signaling how close to the edge I am. If she continues much longer, I won’t be able to follow her rules.

“Nadira,” I gasp the warning, unable to say more than her name.

She slowly eases off my cock. “Too much for my dick?”

“Give…me…a…sec…to get under control.”

She presses her pussy into my face, and I eagerly open to receive her. “Mmm, I don’t think I will. I want your cum.”

I shudder, conflicted between wanting to prolong the delicious torture and fulfilling her new desire. Of course, there’s no choice for me. My body, like everything else, exists to please my queen.

With my mouth and hands fully engaged to give Nadira an orgasm worthy of her, I try to hold off my release. This time, when she envelops me in her mouth, she doesn’t stop until I’m in her throat. I moan her name into her pussy, a prayer for my salvation and eternal damnation because nothing this good could exist without also being bad.

Her rhythm becomes choppy, the first sign that I’m close to my objective. Then her body shakes and a muffled scream that rises from her gut to wash over my cock precedes the flood that gushes into my mouth. I gulp every drop while the walls of her throat massage my cock. Each swallow causes me to shudder as the chains guarding my restraint shatter, and I explode.

In the room, our greedy feasting plays with Miguel’s “Teach Me” in the background. We slow around the same time, licking the remnants of each other’s cum from our thighs. I’m sure my face is a mess, but etiquette isn’t my concern, reaching every inch of Nadira’s skin blessed with her cum is.

When she twists away from me, I follow, not having found my fill. Nowhere is safe. I suck through her stockings to the skin beneath, lick her thighs, and revisit the treasure troveresponsible for my insatiable hunger. Only when Nadira pushes at my head do I cease my feast.

“If you keep that up, I won’t have the energy to ride you. And letting this go to waste would be a sin.” She strokes my cock, which hasn’t softened since ejaculating.

“But…” Am I really about to protest?

“But what? You don’t want to fuck me?” Nadira removes a condom from a pocket on her bustier.

“That’s convenient.”

“It is, but it limits our fun times since it only holds one.”

I hold out my hand, but she swats it away.

“I’ll dress my dick myself, thank you very much.”

I raise both hands in surrender. Thank God, she doesn’t make me suffer as she rolls the condom down my length.

She nods toward the wall while pulling down the cups concealing her breasts from view. “Back against the headboard.” Her engorged nipples create a new craving that rivals the one I barely satisfied.

I lick my lips and crawl backward until I’m in position.

Nadira straddles me. Instead of teasing me, she seizes my cock and sinks, burying me inside her wet heat with a deep groan. “God, my dick feels so good inside me.”

I close my eyes as intense pleasure short circuits every synapse in my body. Sensations bombard and overwhelm me as her heat wraps around my length. I grit my teeth as I remind myself of everything I’ve done to prepare myself for our first time together.

My toes curl and the pressure in my groin builds, pain and pleasure at once and I can’t distinguish which I prefer. I have to hold myself together. I’ll never be worthy of my queen, but I damn well won’t disappoint her in this.

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