Page 58 of Lust
Sara drew in a ragged breath, surprising me. Was that her kink? Slight objectification, or perhaps she simply liked all things dirty and filthy.
I decided to test the waters.
“Look at what you’re doing to me.” I dug my length against her ass. My cock was past hard, ready to combust for this queen. “This was what you’d wanted all along, wasn’t it? That I lose it, that I forget everything because I can’t think straight around you?”
Sara gasped even as her mouth objected. “Of course not. What the hell are you talking about—”
“All this time, you were fluttering your lashes at me, playing pranks, prancing around the house in nothing but a shirt. Were those things not for my benefit, little Angel?”
“I never saw you as anything past my brother… oh God… Oh, God. Oh, God,” she moaned when I found a sensitive spot, her protests all but forgotten. She rocked against the vibrator on her own accord, unable to help herself.
I felt her attempt to clench her thighs at my words, but the wand separating her cheeks wouldn’t allow for it. It only made her mercilessly writhe against the vibrator, forcing my bare dick to grind against her ass every time she moved.
My fingers wrapped around her pretty neck to keep her still. “Stay fucking still and take it the way I give it to you.”
Unhinged, Sara’s head rolled back to land in the crook of my neck. She gave in completely, reflexively riding the vibrator to get herself off, working her body so unforgivably that sweat trickled down her back. With her hands restricted, she had limited mobility but kept moving her hips back and forth until a shudder rolled down her back.
“Can’t stay still, can you, baby? It’s because of how badly you want this. You act like a perfect little angel in front of everyone else, secretly wishing someone would give it to you the way you want it—dirty and filthy. You like being a slut while no one’s looking. Is that it?”
Sara screamed.
This was the hottest thing I had done, and all I’d done was hold a vibrator while she took her pleasure. I wasn’t even the one getting her off. Consumed, she didn’t care that she was pressing her ass against my cock. I felt every bit of her torment to get to that finish line as her curly mounds bobbed. The hand around her slender neck slid to her perky tits, which bounced in my hold. Grinding my dick against her ass was enough to have my balls draw up painfully for the release I sought.
I bit her neck, then grabbed hold of her perfect globe of an ass. “Fuck, your ass is perfect. Bet you want me to fuck you here too, don’t you?”
Sara’s entire body tightened with pent-up tension before letting go. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She ferociously thrashed and let go with a scream, all the while grinding her ass against my cock that was throbbing for its own release.
And just like that, cum spurt out of my cock, ropes and ropes landing everywhere, covering her, marking her, dribbling from her back to her thighs. The wave was so indescribable that I let go of the arm I had banded around her, and Sara fell forward onto the mattress.
There wasn’t a yelp or a cry as she fell forward. Instead, Sara seemed sated and content with her cheek resting against the soft mattress. She was so far gone; she didn’t even care that her legs were now parted wide open while I stood at the edge of the bed with the vibrating wand still in hand, a sticky mess, and shaky knees.
She didn’t care about the cum dripping down her back and legs, and, if I was being honest, neither did I. I only cared about seeing her fall apart again.
I climbed onto the bed to first undo the handcuffs and then untie the blindfold, relieved that the little plan had worked. The sight of her was so damningly erotic that I couldn’t help asking between bated breaths, “Again?”
Sara looked zonked out from the best orgasm of her life—similarly to me—her thighs trembling. There was no way she could withstand another orgasm so soon after.
But Sara simply stared at me with unfathomable eyes as if expecting me to spontaneously combust. I could make no sense of her expressions and simply waited until she said, “Fuck yes.”
I separated her thighs further. Sara faced away from me, with her cheek on the mattress. The silky robe was now covered in more of my cum than it covered inches of her skin. Separating her perfectly smooth ass cheeks, I grazed her asshole with the head of the wand.
“Oh, fuck,” Sara screamed at the new sensation.
I held it there, sliding it back and forth, as her body tremored, quaking uncontrollably. She called out to the Lord over and over, moving her ass back to chase the friction while I pressed the vibrator into her puckered hole. And then it happened again.
Sara climaxed earth-shatteringly from the vibrator that was stimulating her asshole.
I leaned in and slanted my face against hers, breathing unbelievably hard. The axis of my world tilted when Sara moved her head to the side and said, “Again.”
“You seem more relaxed today,” Michael commented as soon as I sat.
Was I so obvious?
A serenity had befallen me after days of mental torture. I felt like an entirely different man after only one night with Sara.
However, she wasn’t ready to spend the night in my arms, nor was she comfortable with me sleeping over. I had promised to respect her boundaries and said goodnight like a gentleman, then spent the night at a nearby hotel.
Steve had vehemently protested when I asked him to clear my schedule for today. It was time off I couldn’t afford with the elections around the corner, though the only thing that seemed to matter anymore was this insatiable hunger Sara had stirred inside me.
