Page 21 of Ravage

I begin sucking harder, feeling her body start to shudder asher pussy tightens around my fingers still buried inside her. Just as she's about to tip over the edge, I pull my hand away along with my mouth.

"Nooo," she moans, and I chuckle.

"I might not be wearing a black mask, Imogen, but I'll turn you into such a shaking mess that you won't even notice we're the only ones in the room."

Her chest rises and falls quickly, the growing orgasm receding, and her eyes narrow. We stay like that for a few heart beats, before I return to her clit. I start off by giving her pussy a teasing lick, avoiding her clit for a few minutes. Once I finally suck it back into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it, she moans again, and I increase the pressure until she's right back on the edge again, only to deny her orgasm once more.

"You're evil," she mumbles, and I chuckle.

"I'm in no hurry for this to end." I watch for the change in her breathing to signal that this second attempted orgasm is easing, before moving in once more.

"Please," she begs, her legs trembling while I suck harder and drive my fingers into her pussy.

She's so wet that I can hear sucking sounds with each withdrawal. I almost let her come this time, and I can tell the moment she thinks the edging has stopped as her eyes flash in triumph, and she opens her mouth to cry out. I pull away, and she actually growls at me, delighting me even more.

"You're into torture, then?" she asks, her chest heaving.

I get to my feet and lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. "It would seem so. Think you can take it?"

She glowers at me, but nods. "Yes, sir."

"Good." I turn us and move back towards the bed, putting her down on the edge of the mattress.

Pushing her back gently, I lower myself to suck her nipple between my teeth as I run a finger teasingly over her clit. Her whimpers grow louder, but I don't increase the pressure, keepingher on the edge for so long I'm surprised she doesn't kick me out of pure frustration.

She is an expert in submission, refusing to give in to the need I can feel running through her.

After I've denied her two more times, I decide to stop being a dick, and bury my face between her legs once again.

The orgasm arrives finally, and my face ends up covered in her release as she squirts.

"Holy fuck!" Her back arches clean off the bed as her legs clamp around my head, holding me still as her body convulses under the strength of the orgasm running through her.

It takes a few minutes for her to calm down, and after I clean my face off with a tissue, I look around, wondering where the condoms are. Annika had said they'd provide one if I decided to participate, but she's not here to hand one over.

Looking up at me through hooded eyes, Imogen nods towards the set of drawers beside the bed. I get up off my knees and yank it open, finding a drawer full of condoms.

I pull one out, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth to pull the latex free and rolling it down over my cock.

"Roll over, and move to the centre of the bed," I tell her, and she moves to follow my instructions, rolling onto her stomach and inching towards the middle of the bed.

I grab one of the pillows from the head of the bed, lifting her so that I can slide it beneath her hips. Leaning forward to wrap her hair around my fist, I pull back gently so that I can kiss her as I slide inside her.

She moans against my lips as I begin to move my hips back and forth slowly, keeping her head pulled back at just the right angle so that it won't hurt her, but she's forced to submit to me.

I want this to last forever, but she's so warm and tight that I end up losing control, fucking her hard into the bed. I slip my hand down to her shoulder, releasing the hold on her head but stillholding her up so that her back is arched and her arse is at just the right angle for me to bury myself deep.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again, sir," she cries.

"Good. I want to hear you scream again," I grind out, driving myself even harder into her.

Her pussy grips me tight as the orgasm bears down on her, and she screams as she comes, pulling me over the edge with her.

I groan as my own orgasm rockets through me, but I keep fucking her through the tremors, wanting this to last for as long as possible.

Once we're both done, I lower myself to rest my forehead on her shoulder and catch my breath, not wanting to crush her under my weight.

"You are full of surprises, Ca-Mr Collins," she says, catching herself.

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