Page 76 of High Sea Seduction

I grab the root of my dick and rest the tip against her mouth.

“I want you to suck on my cock while you picture me filling that tight little cunt. Visualize me stretching you until you imagine you can’t take any more. Then think about me ramming those extra inches inside you, until your whole cunt is mine. Until I own every millimeter of you.”

She groans again and the weight of arousal threatens to drag her eyelids closed.

“Open your mouth, kitten.”

She opens her mouth and I slide in, all the way to the back of her throat. Desolation and rage slam into raw bliss, and I throw my head back. I have to take several deep breaths before I can speak. “Are you doing as I asked, kitten? Are you imagining me in your sweet pussy?” I grit out, my unreasonable fingers tightening in her hair as I seek the back of her throat.

“Hmm,” she mumbles around my thick length. Her tongue flattens as she greedily sucks me down, and my balls tauten and ache with the agonizing pleasure spiking up my spine.

“Are you getting wetter?” I push harder, merciless in my wrenching desire to enslave her, to use her as an instrument of my temporary salvation. “I need you soaking. Because I want you to take all of me. Every single inch. Do you hear me?” I pull back when her eyes water and she gasps in several breaths.

“Yes… sir.” Her voice contains the exact amount of obedience and deference that adds fuel to the fire licking through my blood.

I catch her chin in my hand as her tongue flicks over my head. “Fuck, Keely. You’re either lying about not being good at this or you’re one hell of a study.”

“I’m a quick study, sir.” She sucks me into her mouth in rapid hard pulls that make me grit my teeth against the urge to blow my load down her throat right here and now.

“You’re fucking stunning is what you are.” I return to fucking her mouth in long, fast thrusts. She holds steady like a champ and suction sounds fill the room. My control frays, unspooling faster than I can hang on to it. I squeeze my eyes shut to delay the inevitable, but it’s no use. “God, baby, I’m coming.”

She grunts her approval, and the vibration from the back of her throat flings me to the edge. I open my eyes and she’s staring at me. The look in her eyes sharpens my pleasure with the added edge of fear. It’s a look that says she sees me. All of me. The dark and the darker. The mangled and the desperate. She sees me. And she has me. If only for an instant, she has me.

A rough, wounded sound fills the room. A moment passes before I become aware that it’s my grunt, my precursor to release. Pleasure I have no right to floods every cell, radiates through me in a futile cleansing, which I clutch with both hands and greedily consume. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Keely!”

“Hmm,” she groans. Her eyes widen as I explode and gush into her waiting mouth. The sight of her beautiful, flushed face and the hand working herself below triggers an even longer release. My lungs empty on harsh pants, and I can barely stand as she takes everything I have to give and swallows every drop.

I tremble and brace myself as guilt roars back. The stench and strength of it nearly knocks me off my feet. I battle through it and loosen my grasp on Keely’s hair. My cock slips, wet and already wanting again, from between her swollen lips.

“Did I please you, sir?” she asks with a touch of smugness.

I stagger to the table and pick up her gift. “You did, kitten, which is why you get to open your gift before I fuck you.”

She looks up at me with a question in her eyes. “What is it?”

“Get up, go into the bedroom and lie face up on the bed. Then you can open it.”

The hand between her legs slows, then almost reluctantly leaves her slick wetness. She rises and sways for a second before she finds her feet. With her hair caught up and her neck bare, she’s a long, graceful creature I can’t look away from.

I follow her into the bedroom. When she kicks her shoes off and lies down, I place her gift on her stomach.

She looks from the box to me, uncertainty in her eyes. “I don’t really like sex toys.”

My gaze drops to the soaking wetness between her legs and my cock jerks to life once more. I kneel on the bed, grasp her knees and pull them apart to expose her pink flesh. “Can we agree that some things you believed you didn’t like before we met need reassessing?”

A blush creeps across her face, and she tries to close her legs. I spread her wider and nod at the box. With pursed lips, she pulls apart the ribbon tying the box and opens the lid.

She lifts and examines the curved, almost transparent device attached to twin-gartered loops with breathless curiosity. “I haven’t seen anything like this before,” she murmurs.

“That’s because it’s a prototype.” I lift her legs and place her feet on my chest. “You ready to put it on?”

“I don’t know. Am I?” she asks nervously.

I caress her calves until her legs start to fall open. “Do you trust me with your body?”

Her gaze catches mine, and she knows why I’ve framed the question that way. She can trust me with her body, but she won’t be wise to trust me with anything else. “Yes, sir.”

“Then put it on.”

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