Page 94 of Cursed Lifeline

Slowly, her body begins to come down, but she maintains a beautiful high.

Releasing my grip on her wrists, I brush my ?ngers across her sex, coating them with her arousal, and bring them to her lips. Her mouth willingly falls open. Placing them against her tongue, I say, “Tell me, Esme, do you taste delicious?”

She doesn’t hesitate and sucks them quickly dry. Her hips rise off the desk as her taste becomes a drug. Smiling, I lower to my knees, “My turn,” I growl.

Pressing my palms harshly against her inner thighs, I spread her wide. Her hips buck off the desk. Leaning back on my knees, I lock eyes with her, place one finger slowly inside her, and tease, “If I lick this pussy, will you disobey me and cum before I say so?”

She blinks. A newfound sense of control ?lls her stare. She shakes her head, no, and I grin.

“Good girl, now bring your cunt closer, doll.”

Eagerly, she does as I say and scoots toward me. As she does, I force two fingers inside her. She lets out a moan, and her walls instantly clench down. Keeping my fingers buried deep, I don’t move them. Not yet. Not until she’s ready. Taking a deep breath, she eventually controls herself and stops her body from disobeying.

“What a good girl you’re being,” I groan, beginning to stroke her. Her wetness pools down the back of my hand.

She purrs, opens her legs wider, then groans in annoyance as we both feel her center tighten.

“God,” I growl, with the same built-up sexual frustration. “Your pussy wants to cum so bad, doesn’t it, doll?”

She bites her bottom lip, attempting to hang onto her control then lets out a light scream as I lean forward and suck her swollen clit into my mouth. Eyes locked on hers, I continue to draw her towards climax. Her breathing comes quicker as my ?ngers stroke in and out of her with determination. Just as I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I pull away. She lets out a light scream at the loss, and her back collapses against the top of my desk. Panting, her body writhes with a desperate need for release. She’s so worked up that she immediately reaches to touch herself, but I stand quickly, grab both her wrists, and hold them at her side.

Leaning over her, I growl, “Feel how good it feels on the edge? You reach the highest you’ve ever been just before you crash over and risk losing it all. I want to keep you on the edge. Keep you high for me. Maybe if I do, this time, we’ll pay better attention to the risks before it’s too late. Maybe this time, I won’t lose you.”

She cries out with a desperate howl. Leaning back, I watch as a gentle tear rolls down her cheek.

“God,” I groan, as a new addiction unleashes itself on my damned soul. “I love it when you cry for me, doll.”

Kissing the tears away, I release her wrists only when I know she won’t disobey me and touch herself before I say it’s time.

“Bringing you to the brink is my favorite addiction, but watching you cry from the pleasure only I can give you, fuck, it’s a weakness I’ll never get over. ”

Running my ?ngers through her wetness, she looks up at me and purrs, “Will you make love to me tonight?”

Grabbing her hand, I force her to stroke my length.

“Do you think you can take me?” I hiss as her hand circles my crown through my slacks.

Her mouth waters. She bites her lip, and fear fills her eyes as she takes in the size of me. “I want to...”

“Want and can are two separate things,” I grit out as she struggles to wrap her hand around the girth of me. Leaning forward, I continue to stroke her, and she greedily strokes back. Growling against her lips, I say, “I’ll tear you apart, Esme, and I’ll enjoy every delicious fucking second of it.”

Her eyes widen, but her hand strokes harder, faster, matching the rhythm of my ?ngers. Leaning back, she releases me and watches with heated need as I bring her higher. After a moment, her fingers find her center and rub soft circles above my touch.

“We’re standing on the edge of victory this time, Esme. I want to know when we get to the end, we’ll be victorious together and not listen to the momentary high that might push us over too soon.”

Lowering down her body, I slowly lick up her sex. She gasps, then threads her fingers through my hair and holds me hostage against the only heaven I’ll ever experience.

“I promise,” she whispers as I fuck her cunt with my tongue. Holding herself beautifully on the edge of my desk, on the edge of climax, I savor her taste and look up at the most thrilling, intoxicating sight I have ever seen.

Breathless, breasts heaving with the need for release, I plunge my tongue deep inside her as I grip the bodice of her dress and rip her tits free. Rolling her right nipple between my fingertips, her head falls back, and she moans my name. I pinch down hard on her stiff peek, and she bucks her hips. Sucking on her clit, she approaches climax and quickly pulls away before her orgasm hits.

“Good girl,” I growl.

Breathing heavily, she looks down at me. Hope hangs in her eyes. Slipping my ?ngers deep inside her, I suck down on her cherry as she grabs my hair and starts to ride my face. Arching her back, she takes all she can from me without allowing herself to climax. Lesson complete, I groan, “Cum for me, doll. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Her climax hits hard, making her scream out in the most addictive, self-gratifying pain I have ever heard fall from her lips. She digs her nails into my hair and holds me hostage as her orgasm reaches new heights. Riding out her high, I let her take the reins as she gushes down the back of my throat, and I drain her until she’s completely spent until every last drop is pulled from her pulsing core.

When she’s exhausted, and I’ve succeeded in savoring all her body can give, she falls back heavily against the desk.

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