Page 55 of Pandora's Pleasure
“I’m ready for the pain,” I whispered.
Dark eyes seemed to see through me. “Silence.”
After dipping a fingertip in his mouth, he placed it upon my nipple and circled the areola, moving slowly until it pebbled; an erotic torment that brought a surge of arousal. His attention moved to my other breast, and he used the same hypnotic method to make me moan.
I saw approval in his eyes.
His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue darting in and exploring, fiercely searching, warring with my tongue.
This was our first kiss and it felt divine, as though we really were lovers who were obsessed with each other. Wanton and needy, he hungrily savaged my mouth and I gave into his demands willingly, groaning with pleasure, eliciting a deeper kiss.
When he pulled away, he studied me carefully, as though seeing me in a whole new light.
My arms ached to reach out and pull him to me. I wanted to hold him against me and let the hour slip away with us in an embrace. But I was bound and prevented from moving. I was his to do with as he pleased.
Exulting in my capture, he rose and positioned himself between my spread thighs, dipping his head, his tongue beginning to explore my pussy, causing my back to arch.
Pouting, I tried to endure the way he thrummed my clit, causing it to throb and swell. He devoured that most private part of me with an aggression I would never cease to want, my hips rising to press my pelvis into his face.
“Want to taste yourself?” he asked huskily.
I want it all…
I nodded frantically and he answered my need by moving up over my body to kiss me fiercely, sharing my sweet taste as his tongue lavishly spread what was forbidden.
He pulled back, resting on his elbows above me so that his engorged cock was visible, looming close to my entrance.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, his eyes blazing with desire.
“I thought you were going to gag me.”
He leaned in and planted kisses along the crook of my neck, sending tingles along my skin, distracting me with the gentle affection.
He followed the soaking wet line of my cleft, inserting the tip of his erection into my entrance and pushing in a little.
A pinch.
He watched my reaction.
My thighs were sticky from how wet he’d gotten me. I sucked in a lung-full of air as he shoved in a little more, stretching me wide, causing a shock of pain in my pussy.
I snapped my gaze over to the lens that captured every move, every whisper, every sigh—my sacred moment his to enjoy later.
I’d demand to watch it, too.
Remembering what he’d told me to do and feeling like it might help, I lifted my head a little and suckled on his shoulder, my teeth biting into his flesh.
“Harder,” he coaxed.
Reluctantly, yet needing the relief, I dug my teeth into firm muscle.
My reward for this action was his hand sliding down between my thighs and his fingertip settling on my clit. He beat a perfect rhythm, causing my pussy to clamp down on the head of his cock.
He shoved all the way in—breaking through, breaking me in two…a glorious agony that made me let out a deep-throated groan. I squeezed my eyes shut to endure the pressure as he moved deeper inside me.
“God, you’re tight.” He gritted his teeth as though in pain, his expression taut and focused, perspiration spotting his brow. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I arched my back, trying to endure his first full hard thrust, gasping with the discomfort, a terrible ache forging its way into pleasure. It was too much, yet it wasn’t enough, his filling me entirely with a threat of tearing. His finger flicked my clit, trying to edge me on as he pulled out a little and then eased back in, the sound of my slickness and stickiness no doubt caught on film.
