Page 47 of Ezekiel
“Again.”
Her eyes widened, then her brow furrowed as she realized the toy was not going anywhere.
“No. Sir, please. No. I can’t! It’s too much!” she begged, her entire body vibrating with the intensity of the sensations I was forcing her to endure.
“I don’t fucking care. Cum again,” I commanded. Her body shook as another orgasm took over her, her body tensing and her cum soaking her thighs again. Fuck, that was hot. I made a mental note to spend time between her thighs soon and make her squirt everywhere. The thought of her cum flooding my hand or dripping onto my face had me unbearably hard, to the point of pain.
“Fuck this,” I muttered, throwing the vibrating toy to the floor and pushing her back onto the desk hard. My hand squeezed around her throat again, cutting off the blood flow as my fingers plowed into her wet cunt. I needed one more from her. One more sweet orgasm. My fingers flicked against her g-spot, pressing hard as my palm rocked against her over-sensitized clit.
“Sir. Sir! Sir!!” she groaned until her orgasm came on like lightning; quick and hard. Just as I had hoped, her pussy flooded over my hand, splashing obscenely as it covered my palm, her thighs, and the desk. Fucking delicious. I yanked her up by the throat carefully, waiting until her eyes focused on me as I brought my wet fingers to her lips.
“Taste,” I commanded. Her pupils dilated further, which seemed near impossible in her current state of hyper-arousal. She parted her lips, and her tongue wrapped around my two fingers, sucking them into her mouth as she lost herself in the moment. Her tongue licked and cleaned and swirled over my skin.
“Enough,” I growled, pulling my hand away only far enough to push her back onto the desk. My arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her down until her pert little ass hung off the desk. I pushed her thighs back until her knees were up by her armpits, spread and open, her cunt glistening, still dripping with her cum. I had half a mind to drop to my knees and feast on that tender, sweet flesh.
That was not what I needed most, however. I needed her tight walls clinging to my hard length, milking and pulling every drop of cum out of me. I lined my cock up, sliding my dripping head over her slick slit. Her hips rocked up, searching out my touch. I parted her swollen lips, opening her pussy up for my view. She was sticky, glistening with her arousal, with the remnants of her own orgasms. I slapped the head of my cock over her throbbing clit.
“Sir, please! I need you!” She begged, her hips gyrating, beckoning me into her blistering hot folds. Again, I smacked her little clit with the head of my cock, reveling in the wet, slapping sound. The head of my cock pressed against her opening. The way it throbbed around me, seeming to pull me in, was almost impossible to ignore.
Fuck that.
Itwasimpossible to ignore.
I slid into her wet heat, spreading her inner walls with the girth of my cock. Her body bowed, arched, and quaked for me.
“Sir… yes…” she groaned so deeply, so gutturally. The sound of her words, her keening whimpers, made my jaw clench and my toes curl into the carpet as I tried to stave off my own orgasm.
“Sweet fucking Jesus, your cunt is heaven,” I groaned, bottoming out in her slippery channel. I couldn’t hold back. My thrusts came hard and fast, feeling her hips so open and receptive to my cock. The sound of our bodies slamming together, the wet slapping sound as her sweet cum splashed between our bodies on impact, drove me to even greater heights.
“Sir…” she panted out, her pussy squeezing around me already. Her body was so sensitized, her orgasms hovering right at the surface. I pressed against the back of her thighs, pushing them further into her chest as I pounded into her harder. My pubic bone ground into her clit, pushing her sensations over the edge as she exploded around me, her tight walls spasming and throbbing around my cock.
Fuck, everything about this woman made me want to cum. Over and over.
“That’s it, angel. Cum for me again,” I groaned. With short, fast, violent thrusts, I battered the head of my cock against her g-spot. Paying homage to that little mecca sent her clear into outer space again, her orgasm squeezing me so hard I nearly went weak in the knees. I was so close. I was so needy for her greedy little cunt. All I wanted to do was spill into her warm heat and never leave.
“Sir, please! Sir!” she all but sobbed. My hands grabbed her thighs, my fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises as I thrust into her, claiming her and owning her in that moment. One lone tear slid down her cheek and I could stand no more. This incredible woman, falling apart undermyhands, atmytouch, undermycommand. It was too much.
I thrust violently against her swollen cunt once, twice, three times and emptied myself into her moist heat. My cock twitched, exploding inside of her as my balls tightened against my body, my toes curled into the floor, and my stomach clenched tightly with the force of my orgasm. I looked down at our joined bodies. The way my cock stretched her small opening. The way she wrapped around me like a vice. I pulled out gently, the thick ropes of my cum stringing between my cock and her lips, refusing to part even in this way. It was filthy. Delicious. It was everything.
My fingers slipped through her folds, rubbing my seed into her as she groaned and gasped, begged and pleaded. I didn’t listen. I slid my fingers into her heat gently, my two fingers pressing up against her g-spot, enervating her pleasure back to life as my thumb toyed and swirled over her clit.
“Just one more, Angel. Fall over that edge for me one more time,” I panted out my command breathlessly. I still couldn’t feel my toes completely after the force of my orgasm. But that didn’t matter. I needed one more from her. Even if I had to rip it from her very body.
I pressed one hand against her pubic bone, holding her in place as I manipulated and massaged her inner walls, coaxing her orgasm back to the surface. It didn’t take long. She was little more than a bundle of nerves at that point.
Right as she shook again, her whimpers turning into moans of passion, I slipped my fingers out of her heat, slapping her core three times in quick succession before dipping right back into her channel.
“Cum for me,” I growled, her cunt gripping me like a vice, her own cum mixing with mine as it spilled over my fingers, sticking and sliding over my hand as she collapsed against the desk, spent and depleted and perfect.
Perfect and mine.
Carefully, I lifted her back up on the desk, pulling her to me as I removed the headphones. I did not miss the whimper of relief as her sound returned to her.
Cupping her cheeks in my hands, I made sure she could see my face; that she could see my eyes, my smile of approval.
“Absolutely stunning, angel,” I praised her. Her eyes searched mine, and then she broke with a sob, collapsing into my arms in relief. Pure submissive relief.
I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
