Page 105 of Strictly Business

“Oh god,” she moans, her hips bucking against my mouth.

I don’t let up. My tongue works her clit, flicking and circling, while my fingers slide back inside her, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp. Her moans are louder, her body straining against the cuffs as she climbs higher and higher.

She cries out as another orgasm slams into her. Her body tightens around my fingers, her moans breaking into sobs as she comes hard once again. But I don’t stop. I don’t even give her a chance to recover.

My tongue stays on her clit, relentless, while my fingers keep thrusting, pushing her straight into another climax. She moans loudly, her head thrashing against the cushion, her wrists pulling against the cuffs.

“Too much,” she whimpers, her voice high and shaky. “Fuck, it’s—”

I lift my head just enough to meet her gaze, my fingers never stopping. “Color?”

Her eyes flutter open, glazed and desperate. “Green,” she gasps. “It’s green.”

“Then you’ll take it,” I murmur, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, smirking when she shivers from the contact.“Because I know you can. You’re going to be a good girl for me and give me another one. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she sobs.

I add a third finger, stretching her further, and her back arches off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. She’s shaking, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as I push her into overstimulation.

Her cries turn into broken, breathless sounds, her body writhing as she tries to escape the intensity. But I hold her steady, one hand gripping her neck while the other works inside her.

“Look at you. Falling apart for me again and again,” I rasp, my voice rough as I look down at the bed, the sheets drenched from her orgasms. “You can do it, baby. Give me one more.”

She shakes her head weakly. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” I cut her off. “Let me make you feel good. Let go for me. Just one more.”

I lean down and tongue her clit again, feeling her thighs squeeze my head as another orgasm builds inside of her.

My lips wrap around her swollen, overused clit, and I suck it harder. Her body locks up, her cries echoing through the room as another orgasm tears through her. Her entire body trembles as the pleasure overwhelms her.

When I finally pull back, her body is limp, her skin flushed, her chest heaving. I lift onto my feet, my face covered in her arousal.

I let my hand run along her pussy. Down, down, down until I find the butt plug lodged in her ass. She glances up at me, and I lift a brow, asking a silent question.

She nods and I remove the butt plug slowly, watching her reaction as she gasps, her body arching off the bed.

“You’re so perfect,” I whisper, my eyes locked on her stretched hole. I quickly grab the lube and pump some out onto my hand, wrapping my fist around my cock, covering it. I press the head ofmy cock against her tight cunt, my hands gripping her hips. “You want this, honey?”

“Yes,” she begs, a whimper escaping her. “I want you to own every part of me.”

I groan and press forward, my cock inching into her tight heat, and she gasps, her hands tugging at the cuffs. I pause, letting her adjust, my hands smoothing over her hips.

“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, my voice low and soothing. “You’re doing so good for me. Just relax and let me in.”

She nods, her breathing shaky as I sink deeper. The sensation is almost too much. Her ass is so fucking tight, gripping me inside of her and…Christ. It takes everything in me not to lose control. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to move slowly, savoring every inch as I fill her completely.

“Fuck, Amara,” I groan, my voice rough. “Your ass was made for me.”

Her moan is loud and needy, her head turning to the side as she pulls against the cuffs. “You’re so deep inside me,” she whispers.

I smirk, my teeth grazing her shoulder as I pull back just enough to thrust into her again, this time deeper, harder. She cries out, her body tightening around me, and I can feel the tremor in her legs.

“You’re taking it so well. Breathe, baby.”

The moan she lets out is delicious and desperate, her body writhing beneath me. A heavy breath leaves her lips, each thrust dragging her closer and closer to the brink.

“Look at them,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “They’re all watching you, wishing they could have you like this. But they can’t. You’re mine. Only mine.”

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