Page 36 of Tempting Kat
His mouth closes around my clit, and he bites, and I nearly levitate off the floor.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I babble, no longer caring how desperate I sound. My thighs are quivering uncontrollably, and tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
“Your pussy's getting tighter,” he growls against my flesh. “You're going to cum again for me.”
“I can't,” I insist, even as my body betrays me, clenching around his fingers. “It's not possible.”
“It is,” he insists, crooking his fingers inside me in a way that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “You just need the right man to make it happen.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” I'm chanting now, my hips both trying to run away and chase another orgasm.
The second orgasm hits me like a freight train, harder than the first. I'm screaming now, not caring who hears me as my entire body convulses. My pussy clamps down so hard it must hurt him, but he doesn't stop.
“Fuck, yes, that's it,” he snarls, and I feel him adding a fourth finger, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before. “But we're not done yet.”
“I can't—please—” I'm sobbing now, actual tears streaming down my face as he continues his merciless assault on my oversensitive flesh.
“You can and you will,” he commands, his voice brooking no argument. “One more, kitten. Give Daddy one more.”
“I'm going to fucking die,” I gasp, my legs shaking uncontrollably against the restraints.
“No one ever died from too many orgasms,” he says, and I can hear the dark amusement in his voice. “Though I'd be happy to be the first to make it happen.”
I'm delirious with pleasure now, my body no longer my own as he drives me toward a third peak. I can't think, can't speak, can only feel as he manipulates my body like he owns it.
“You're getting so tight again,” he groans, his fingers moving faster. “So fucking wet. I bet you're going to squirt for me this time.”
“I don't—I can't—” I've never squirted outside of masturbation, no matter how good the sex was.
“You will,” he says with absolute certainty. “I'm going to make you soak this whole fucking room.”
His confidence is terrifying and arousing in equal measure. He angles his fingers differently, pressing up against my front wall while his other hand delivers a sharp slap directly to my clit.
“Oh my GOD!” The sensation is so intense that my vision whites out. I feel a pressure building inside me, different from a normal orgasm, more intense, more frightening.
“Let go,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “Fucking let go, Katarina.”
Something inside me breaks open, and I'm coming harder than I've ever come in my life, a flood rushing out of me as I scream his name. I feel wetness splashing everywhere, soaking his hands, his arms, probably his expensive fucking clothes.
“FUCK!” I cry out, my entire body convulsing as the most intense pleasure I've ever felt rips through me.
“That's it,” he growls, sounding almost feral as I feel the warm splash of my own release hitting my thighs. “Fucking drown me.”
I can't stop shaking, can't stop the flood pouring out of me as he continues to work his fingers inside me, prolonging the most earth-shattering orgasm I've ever experienced. I didn't even know my body could do this.
“No more,” I sob, my voice breaking as he continues to milk every last drop from me. “Please, I can't—I need—fuck me, please fuck me, I need your cock, please.”
I'm babbling incoherently, not even sure what I'm asking for anymore. I just know I need him to fill me as waves of pleasure continue to crash through me.
Then I hear him groan, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through my core, before I feel sharp teeth sinking into my inner thigh. The unexpected pain-pleasure makes me jerk against the restraints, a fresh wave gushing from me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, feeling the imprint of his teeth in my flesh. It doesn't break skin, but I know I'll be wearing his mark for days.
“No more tonight, kitten,” he says, his voice husky and strained like he's holding himself back from devouring me whole. “You've had enough.”
“What?” I'm still trembling, still desperate despite the three mind-blowing orgasms he's given me. “But you didn't?—”
“If you won't take care of yourself, then you force me to,” he cuts me off, and I feel his fingers gently releasing the restraints around my ankles.
