Page 46 of Ezekiel
“More,” I growled. “Take. More.” All I wanted to do was push her back on this desk, bury my hard cock in her tight hole and lose my ever-loving mind in her perfect cunt until I forgot my own damned name. Her toes curled, her beautiful, pouty mouth opened in choked sobs of torment, and as she began to crest that beautiful mountaintop of passion… I pulled away again.
“You mother-fucking asshole!” she growled, panting as her orgasm retreated once more.
“What a filthy little mouth, angel,” I teased, knowing she couldn’t hear me. “It only makes me want to slide my cock in your mouth and shut you up.” My words were dark, but it was the truth. In this space, in our budding dynamic of play, I wanted to be filthy with her. I wanted to paint her tongue, her lips, her face with the hot, sticky ropes of my cum and watch them drip off of her chin and onto the rosy tips of her tits.
“Breathe,” I coached, watching as she nodded her head in understanding. Her breathing slowed. Her pulse, faint beneath my fingertips, became less erratic.
I released her throat again for a moment to click the button on the wand once more, up to three, and pressed it tightly against her clit, my fingers sliding inside her sopping wet cunt and pressing upwards against that g-spot.
“FUCK!” Her needy cries echoed around the room as her body bowed back, her eyes barely able to stay focused on mine. My hand moved back to the slender line of her throat, where I grasped tightly.
I watched her; watched her orgasm build slowly, incrementally.
Her thighs shook.
Her toes curled.
Her moans became needy little whimpers as her body struggled to take the sensations I gave.
Too. Fucking. Bad.
I rocked the wand against her, pushing her higher, harder, faster.
“Sir, I need to cum. I have to cum. Fuck! I can’t… I can’t… I… can’t….. Sir!” Her eyes fluttered shut, and I gripped her throat tighter. Her eyes popped open, the sheer devastation of need so apparent in her eyes I thought she might cry.
I gave her the signal foreyesagain, reiterating my earlier command. She nodded, whimpering so fucking beautifully.
“Watch,” I commanded. She nodded her head. I shifted the wand to rest against the desk, pulling her hips forward until she was essentially sitting on the wand. I pushed her hips down hard, making the pleasure so intense. She shook her head, fighting against the pleasure, but that would not do.
“Take it, Angel. Take it,” I coaxed, unaware if she could read my lips through her haze of pleasure or not.
I held up three fingers. She quirked an eyebrow in question. My hand gripped her throat, pressing against the arteries and slowing the blood flow to her brain just enough to make her dizzy, to sink her further into her headspace.
I put one finger down. Two.
She nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. Her hips rocked and gyrated over the vibrating toy, seeking her pleasure.
She expected me to put another finger down, but I waited.
And waited.
“Sir, please! I can’t.. I can’t hold back again,” she begged.
“Such a pretty little thing,” I teased, still holding two fingers up. The way her hips moved and wriggled over that toy only made me think of her riding my cock in exactly the same way. I wanted to take her roughly, to make her scream, to pump my load into her tight heat until I lost my own damned mind.
Finally, as she begged and whimpered, I put another finger down. The sheer relief in her eyes, as she realizes it was nearly time, was almost comical. Her hips thrust faster, her sounds grew louder, and I finally put the last finger down.
I squeezed her throat tighter as I growled, pulling her face to mine so our lips barely grazed each other.
“Cum.” The command was simple. It was seen. It was felt. It was heard in the depths of her soul.
And she obeyed.
Her orgasm crashed around her like the violent waves of a storm. Her cum splashed as it hit the intensely vibrating toy, ricocheting against her thighs and spilling onto the table as her orgasm flooded the desk below her.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled.
“Thank you, Sir,” she panted, trying to pull away from the toy, but that was the last fucking thing I wanted. I waited until her eyes were on mine again, focused but barely so, as I spoke.
