Page 106 of Perfume Girl
“Fuck me like you mean that.” I let go of the shelf and pressed my palm against his hand as it cupped me. “Show me how much you want me.”
He rammed himself inside me again, though this time harder, his hot breath on my neck, his fingers resuming their play on my clit, making it throb with pulses of bliss. These delicious sensations held me suspended in a rapturous state.
I want this to go on forever.
He pumped his hips savagely while I milked his cock, and suddenly my breath was snatched away by my climax.
“Let me come in your mouth,” he demanded as he pulled out.
I spun around and sank to my knees, staring up at him as I unbuttoned my blouse, silently counting the minutes we had left.
I yanked my bra down beneath my breasts, my fingers tweaking and caressing them as my gaze fell on his glistening shaft, being pumped vigorously by his strong hand as he directed the tip toward my lips.
Awed by his lust-fueled aggression and his spontaneous change from master to wanton man, I leaned over and suckled his balls, unable to resist tasting my own sweetness and savoring their plumpness as they tightened in my mouth.
“Jesus.” His gaze rose to the ceiling before returning to me once more.
I raised my chin and opened my mouth, ready for him.
“Pull your blouse wider,” he insisted.
Hurrying, I unbuttoned it further and eased the material apart so I was completely exposed, showing my beaded areolas. A gasp escaped my lips as he tapped my bottom lip with the head of his penis, and with precision sent a spurt of heat to the back of my throat.
I swallowed all of him, gulping his heat and licking the tip of his shaft as I raised my gaze to look at him.
Astor was panting like a man possessed, and then his mouth curled up in a ghost of a smile. “You’re a goddamned miracle, Raquel.” He reached low to wipe a trickle of cum from the corner of my mouth and ease it between my lips.
I lapped at his fingertip gratefully.
“Up,” he ordered, as he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up.
Pushing myself to my feet, I stood facing him.
This man had again bewitched me completely and I’d lost track of time. “We need to go back,” I said huskily.
“Soon.” He knelt and then made sure my hem was securely tucked inside the front of my waistband. His face moved closer to my sex, and my clit tingled with anticipation. It was maddeningly erotic.
“Play with your tits,” he ordered.
I pinched my nipples until they were hard, and then kneaded my breasts.
He rested a hand on my leg. “Open your thighs wider.”
I obeyed, needing more lust-filled seconds promised by this man’s strokes and pats to my pussy.
Astor’s gaze held mine as he ran his tongue along my clit, up and down and around, slowly at first and then more fervently, sucking and lapping and brilliantly nudging me toward another orgasm. He reached up, easing my hands away from my breasts and taking hold of them, pinching and twisting my nipples so firmly it became hypnotically seductive. I forced my pelvis toward his face, reaching back to hold on to the shelving to steady myself. With my trembling thighs splayed to expose myself, my blouse open with my swollen breasts on show, I was gone completely, enraptured entirely by his relentless possession of me.
Astor continued devouring me, consuming me like this act of intimacy could save him, his twisting fingers pinching in rhythm and casting an incantation that held me over the precipice of nirvana for what felt like a lifetime.
My limbs were trembling violently from the strain of my pose and yet I remained in position, my focus mesmerized by the way he owned me, wanting to please him so that he’d not stop his brilliant mastery.
I shook violently through another climax, too euphoric to care that I must have looked like a wanton siren rocking my hips against his chin as his tongue lashed me.
Panting, my skin flushed from another orgasm, I watched him rise to his feet and find a paper towel. He dabbed me gently down there, patting me with such a sensuous touch that I feared it might send me over the edge again.
Astor smiled as he shoved the paper towel into his pocket. “I’m hiding the evidence.” He tucked his shirt into his pants and gave me a roguish smile.
I pulled my hem down and straightened my skirt, still trembling.
