Page 247 of Before Dawn

I tried futilely to hold my legs together against the onslaught of the ice, fighting Mikkel’s attempts to spread them apart until he crawled between my legs and wedged them apart with his thighs.

“Legs open, baby,” he said.

He lifted the ice, dabbed my clit three times, then slid down, his warm breath chasing the lingering chill. “P-p-please,” I stuttered, “Right there.”

I moaned as his tongue flicked out and lapped on my clit then jerked again as his hand deftly brought the ice cube back in contact with my sensitive pussy.

“Mikkel!” I screamed at the intensity of the coldness.

He continued alternating warm, wet licks of his tongue with the bracing chill of the ice until it started to melt away.

After one last tease, he tossed the melting ice cube and bore down with his tongue, eating me out.

He moaned as he felt my legs squeeze together, pinning his head between them as firmly as my legs would allow. I groaned as he attacked my clit with his tongue, lapping and flicking and teasing as I squirmed against his mouth.

“You m-make-” and I stopped. I couldn’t finish my sentence. The pleasure, the pressure was too great.

“I make you what?” He slipped two fingers inside me, my back arched and I bore down against him as much as the handcuffs would allow.

“You m-make,” I started but again couldn’t finish. I took a deep breath then continued, “you make me feel good.”

The constant tease of his tongue, combined with the twisting, twirling fingers inside me, continued to send waves of pleasure outward from my dripping cunt until a body glitching climax left my legs shuddering and my breath hot and short.

He then removed the blindfold and his hard cock instantly greeted me.

I blinked in the sudden light, dim as it was, and my arms twitched as I made an effort to pull his head down for a kiss, only to find my movement impeded by the handcuffs still restraining me.

A moan of desire escaped my lips, bringing a smile to Mikkel’s face. With a sign of acquiescence, he leaned in, lowering his head enough to brush his lips against mine, testing and teasing me until my mouth parted and my tongue flicked to meet his.

I felt his cock brush against my clit, and my eyes widened as another flash of pleasure washed over me. I lifted my hips, straining to deepen the contact, but he reacted just as quickly, pulling his hips back slightly, teasing me once again.

“Fuck me please,” I cried out, my tone almost a beg.

“Patience,mi corazón,207” he mumbled.

He reached down and adjusted his dick so that the pierced head brushed against my lips, spreading my moistness across its tip.

My whine of frustration, tinged with lust, made his cock grow even more solid as he continued to work its length up and down my lips.

With a gentle slowness, he lowered his hips towards me, until I felt him slide into me, inch by agonizing inch.

“That’s my favorite sound,” he groaned.

I looked up. “What is?”

He pulled out, then gently grabbed my jaw. “That,” he whispered and slid inside my cunt, causing me to moan. “The sound you make when your greedy pussy is taking every inch of my cock.”

I bit my lip so hard I thought it might bleed.

My God, the mouth on this man.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and keep taking my cock, Red?”

I nodded speedily, lust written all over my eyes. “Yes.”

He groaned.

In a span that seemed both endless and all too quickly over, he bottomed out against my pelvis, his cock buried inside me. He kissed me again, his body remaining completely motionless as he reveled in the feel of my wet pussy wrapped around his achingly hard cock.

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