Page 81 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Kingston growls in appreciation.

“Shameless slut. Don’t you dare come.”

Keeping my cunt impaled on his dick, he picks me up around the waist. It happens so quickly that the next thing I know, I’m once again forced on all fours on the floor as he’s spears my channel. Shoving my cuffed wrists over my head and pinning them down, he slides his free hand to my pussy.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The orgasm bursts through my veins and I shatter on his thrusting cock. I shudder and fight against his hold. The power of my climax, too much at once. I fall limp to the floor when I come down.

He’s still not finished.

How is he still hard?

The first time feels like a warm-up compared to this moment.

It’s like he’s never going to stop.

Flipping me onto my back, he licks my neck and bites down on my collarbone. His hips, slapping against my sensitive pussy.

I wrap my thighs around his waist as he forces my pussy down on him on every upward thrust.

I’m thrashing under him when he shocks me by fucking my mouth with the dildo I had in my ass.

“Take it deep.”

It tastes of my arousal.

Taboo and filthy.

He plunges it into my throat in tune to his cock thrusting in my cunt. It’s when I come again from the sensory overload that he removes both the toy and the gag.

“Kingston!” I cry out, my voice hoarse and barely audible.

“You’re doing so good, little slave,” he rasps against my lips, kissing around them softly. “I’m going to give you so much of my cum. You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, so much.”

“So perfect. So obedient. It makes me want to put you in a cage,” he whispers darkly, a twist to his lips. “Since I don’t have one, you’ll have to settle for the next best thing. After all, you belong on the floor. I’ll make you earn the privilege of sleeping beside me on the bed.”

His crazy and carnal words light a fire in my soul.

My body.

My heart.

“Master! I can’t take it anymore.”

“Don’t make me put the gag on you again,” he threatens, rutting hard. Once. Twice. “Let me fuck it as long as I want. It’s. My. Cunt.”

“Oh God!”

“It’s.”Thrust. “Oh.”Thrust. “Master.”Thrust.

“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” I chant incoherently, and it makes him animalistic. Choking my throat, he shoves his tongue between my lips and kisses me savagely. Not quite satisfied with just a kiss, he forces my mouth open again and sucks on my tongue.

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