Page 64 of Ezekiel
After making her wait for what must have seemed like an eternity for her, but in actuality was more like thirty seconds, I lifted my head just a breath away from her cunt and growled, “Now!”
My mouth wrapped around that sweet clit, flicking it wildly as she thrashed below me. Her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her tight little asshole trembling and sucking my pinky finger in deeper as she came with a violent buck of her hips.
Her sweet nectar splashed against my chin, coating me with her own honey.
I was unrelenting. My lips released that sweet clit, licking down to my fingers to lap at her juices, burying my face in that delicious taste as she trembled in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Sir, please,” she whimpered, her body over-sensitized from my tongue and fingers. I slid my two fingers out of her cunt, my pinky slipping from her asshole, and switched hands, slipping my other fingers into her heat as I slowly teased her. I coated my fingers in her essence and stood above her, out of the chair.
“Eyes on me, angel,” I commanded, waiting until her deep blue-green eyes locked on mine before I brought my fingers to her lips. “Open.”
Dutifully, she opened her swollen lips, and I slid my wet fingers inside.
“Suck.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she sucked her own cum off my fingers. Such a dirty girl.Mydirty girl.
“That’s my sweet girl. Suck on my fingers. Taste how sweet you are, Angel.” My words flowed, her eyes fluttering in response. I slipped my fingers out of her mouth, sliding them back into her sweet pussy to gather more of her juices before bringing them back to her lips.
“Again,” I coaxed. She greedily sucked them clean, making my cock twitch to life once more. I slid them back into her cunt, pressing my thumb in circles over her swollen clit.
“Tell me how you taste, angel,” I ordered her, my voice gravelly with my own need for her.
“Good,” she barely whispered with a gasp of pleasure as my thumb flicked and circled faster. “Oh, God!”
“I know you can use your words better than that,” Itskedat her, moving my fingers faster.
“I taste — Oh, fuck!” she cried out, arching her back up off the table as I found her sweet spot, manipulating the swollen flesh and pushing her towards orgasm again.
“Words!” I barked, demanding her obedience. Fuck, I loved having her here. In that place where she hung between her own need for climax and her desire to please me. It was addicting. It was intoxicating.
“Ugh….” she groaned. “I taste sweet, but not sweet,” she panted out. My fingers twisted inside of her, teasing her cunt as she clenched around me tighter and tighter.
“Keep going,” I urged her, fending off the desire to grind my cock against her wet folds.
“I can’t,” she whined pitifully. Her hands twisted themselves into knots above her head as her pleasure spun higher.
I quickly pulled my hand away from her pussy, bringing my hand down quickly and firmly over her pussy with a loud, wet smack.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Fuck!” she cried out, her legs trying to close, but I held her thighs open, an elbow pressed against one inner thigh, my hand against the other. Again, I brought my other hand down over her cunt, slapping her swollen, sensitive folds.
“Use. Your. Words.” I commanded her roughly. I had half expected her to whimper, to cower at the stinging pain of my hand against her pussy, but my slutty little angel did no such thing. No, instead, her eyes rolled back almost dramatically as she groaned in pure need, her pussy gushing with her arousal at the painful hits from my palm.
“Fuck! Shit! Sir!” she cried out, wincing and somehow moaning all at the same time. “I taste sweet and something else. Something deeper, almost earthier.”
Her breaths were coming so quickly, hashed out in sweet pants as she forced her words out past gritted teeth. Her breasts heaved with each breath, threatening to draw my attention lower, but I held her gaze, willing her to obey me. I needed her obedience. I craved her submission.
“Speak,” I growled, slapping her pussy once more.
“Fuck! I taste so good. Slick on my tongue, making me think of how good it felt to have your cock sliding over it,” she groaned. I slid my fingertips over the bud of her clit, swirling and tickling the nub as she squirmed beneath me.
“Keep it up, angel,” I pushed her further. My fingers sped up against her flesh, pushing her back to pleasure from the pain I had just caused.
“It made me want to feel your fingers deep in my mouth as I remembered the feel of your cock hitting the back of my throat,” she nearly hissed out. I could see the way she was holding back, keeping that orgasm in check. What a good fucking girl. I was not ready to let her cum again. I wanted to see her struggle. To see her hiss and wince and try with all her might to hold back before I finally let her explode beneath me. I wanted her to drench me again.
“Good girl. Keep going.”
