Page 25 of Blackout

“Will you put them on?”

Eyeing me through the fringe of her lashes, her voice shakes.

Lacey didn’t know shit about pleasure and pain. Every single sexual experience the girl has had, every orgasm, it’s all been delivered to her by my capable body…my hands, my tongue…and my fucking cock. I’ve shown her how to test her limits and ride out her senses and I did it without fucking toys.

Taking the nipple clamps from her hand, I toss them to the side and bring my hands to her hips.

“I’ll give you what you need girl, but I’ll do it my way and if you don’t get off, if you don’t get that high, you’re searching for, then and only then will I put those fucking things on you.”

Keeping my eyes pinned to her face, my hands travel up her sides, brushing the curve of her breasts. At the gentle touch, her body shutters and a soft mewl slips past her lips.

“You with me, girl?”

Her eyes find mine through the fringe of her lashes and once she gives me a slight nod, I go to work on her. My hands cup her oversensitive tits and push them even closer together. Cocking her head to the side, she lowers her eyes and watches as I bring my thumbs to her nipples. The moment they roll over the tiny buds, a hiss sounds from her mouth and her thighs clench mine.

Tearing my gaze away from her pretty face, I bend my head and wrap my lips around one nipple, gently sucking it. My tongue flicks over it as my fingers work its mate, twisting, and pinching. I tenderly pleasure one and painfully tease the other, sending her mind, body, and soul into a tailspin.

“Holy fuck,” she curses, gripping my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin as my teeth close around her nipple. “Blackie,” she cries as I flick the other nipple with my fingers. I don’t let up.

Nah, girl wants to feel, then I’m gonna make her feel.

I pull on the bud once more before flattening my tongue against it. Inching back, I drop my hands from her tits and place them on her thighs. Her nipples are twice the size they were when we started this little game. Perfectly erect and deliciously red.

I slide my hands up her thighs and bend my head once more, shaking my hair out of my face, I blow a breath across one nipple and then the other. A chill runs up her spine and her skin pebbles under my touch. I press the heel of my hand over the scrap of lace covering her pussy and her arousal seeps through, wetting my hand.

“Fuck,” I growl, leaning into her. Her tits brush against my chest and she whimpers in both pleasure and pain. “You’re so fucking wet, Lace.”

“I need to come, Blackie,” she pants, as my fingers loop through the elastic covering her hips. As bad as she needs to get off, I need to watch her. I need to ingrain that fucking vision into my memory so that when I’m staring down the bottom of a bottle, I remember I got this.

I got all of this

Every moan.

Every whimper.

Every fucking plea.

My fingers close around the thin elastic and I pull it, stretching and tearing it until it snaps in two. Shoving the ripped panties out of the way, I position her so that she can rub that sweet pussy over my cock. All that wetness seeps onto my shaft as I bite back a curse and her hips buck against me. My control snaps and I roughly flip her onto her back. Without me having to tell her, she spreads her legs wide and welcomes the weight of me between them. I push myself up and stare down at her, taking in the fresh sheen of sweat that covers her body.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, clenching my jaw.

“More,” she replies, lifting her hands to her tits.

Knowing time is of the essence, I swat her hands away from her chest and take her tits in my hands once more. I play roughly with her nipples, pinching and pulling until she cries. When neither of us can take another second, I flick them with my fingers. Then, to throw her over the edge, I slap one breast.

Her hips arch off the bed.

“Again,” she demands.

With one handprint already branded to her creamy mound, I slap the other. She absorbs the sting and arches off the bed again, panting. Her legs close around me and as I drive my cock into her slick pussy, I feel her come.

“I’m fucking coming,” she cries, lifting her hands above her head. Her fingers close around the wrought iron bars of our headboard as mine dig into her hips, holding her body steady as I pound her pussy like a fucking animal fighting to survive. Through the fog of relentless passion, I keep my eyes open and focus on her face. I watch her go through the motions. She rides the high and when she comes crashing down, I push her back up. One orgasm rolls into another and through the pain, I deliver the pleasure.

Before I give into my own release, I bend my head and with my teeth and tongue, I undo the knot between her breasts.

“Fuck yes, Blackie,” she shrieks.

Without breaking my rhythm, I lift my head and unravel the rope from her tits. Once she’s free, I pull out of her and flip her onto her belly. Splaying her hands on the pillows, she scrambles to her knees and spreads her legs for me. One hand snakes around her stomach and the other around her breasts as I bury my cock deep inside. Pressing her back to my front, I fuck her with everything I have and when she reaches her third orgasm, I finally let go, filling her with my release.

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