Page 55 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“Are you going to come?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Who’s my dirty little whore?”

“I am, Master,” I stammer, light dancing behind my eyes. “I’m your whore… Your slave, King.”

Bigger fingers thrust savagely and without warning into my pussy, banging me harder than I am fucking my asshole. The sensations become too much to bear. I crawl forward, wanting to get away yet closer at the same time.

“You fucking take it,” barks Kingston, pinching my clit.

The ache splinters my body and I scream, “King! I’m coming.”

“Come.”

I bury my fingers to the hilt and shout into the pillow as euphoria blinds me. I jerk unevenly as my body dances in the waves. My climax doesn’t let up, another on its heels.

Sharp.

Intense.

Powerful.

“I-I don’t,” I chant, confused when the pressure heightens. “Kingston, stop!”

He slams his fingers harder, hitting my G-spot mercilessly. His palm slaps against my pussy as my own fingers slip out. “Let it happen, darling.”

The wave crashes and my body can’t fight it.

I come again, liquid gushing from my cunt in a stream everywhere.

“Oh God! I can’t stop!”

My body slumps forward, only held up by Kingston’s fingers lodged deep inside me. His pace, slowly coming to a halt.

I’m close to fainting.

A warm and hard chest presses flush against my naked back, laying me sideways. A strong bicep curls around my breasts while legs intertwine with mine.

I will my heart to calm down.

“Mhmm,” I mumble, almost sleepily. “What have you done to me, Kingston? I’ve never come twice, one after another.”

“You came once, darling.” A smile can be heard in his voice, which melts into filthy pride. “You squirted after it.”

Wait… what?

“Th-that’s i-impossible.” I’m at a loss. “I’ve never…”

“That was before today,” he murmurs, turning me onto my back and looming over my stunned face. “Now, I can’t wait to make you do it again around my cock.”

“It’s messy.”

“The hottest mess ever and I fucking love it.”

“King,” I whisper, blushing.

He caresses my cheeks with a finger in a whispering touch. “Your shyness makes me hard, darling. So does the fact thatImade you squirt.”

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