Page 107 of Heartless Heathens
“I don’t know, I kind of like you like this.” She teased, raising up slowly before coming down on my cock again.
I groaned, relishing the way her pussy gripped around me so perfectly, but now feeling frustrated and aching to reach out and touch her. She closed her eyes, dropping her head back while she used me to pleasure herself.
It was a fucking sight.
I took a mental picture just in case this was just one long black out dream.
“Romi.” She slowly brought her head forward, an almost sinister smile painted on her face.
She was drunk with lust and it had never looked so good on anyone. She ground against me, shuddering in pleasure from the friction.
“Unlock me,” I warned her.
She leaned forward as if she was about to unlock my right hand but instead she crashed back down on my cock, both of us groaning in sync.
“Unlock me little lamb,” I growled out and she gave me a sheepish smile, becoming of her nickname.
“What if you hurt me?” She bit through her smile and stuck the key into the right cuff.
As soon as my wrist went free I reached out for her. A feral, possessive need to grab her and hold her took over and I clasped her left hand into the now free cuff, joining her to me. She gave me those big wide eyes and I ran my free hand up her torso, grazing my fingers over the sensitive skin on her breast before pinching her nipples.
“Do you want me to hurt you?” I asked her, pushing myself up into a seated position with my cock still stuffed deep inside her.
“Sometimes.” She exhaled quietly.
“I’ll let Santorini handle that. I won’t ever hurt you Romina. Not again.” She seemed disappointed but it was the truth. I would end my own life before I ever hurt her again.
I grabbed the key and undid the handcuffs, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to hers with my next thrust.
“More,” she moaned into my mouth.
I flipped her over with one swift movement, laying her flat on her stomach. She turned her head to the side to look back at me, just in time for me to see her eyes rolling as I filled her up from this position. Her legs were shut tightly so there was barely any room for my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, thinking of as many weird things as I possibly could to keep myself from coming again.
Hobbit’s feet. The shire. Sauron posing as an elf.
All things Santorini would be gagging over.
I almost choked out a laugh when the thought ran through my head.
“Please,” she whimpered and I reached under her, sliding my fingers between her thighs to torment her clit.
“I need you to come for me one more time, little lamb. I’m not going to make it much longer.”
I focused on her clit, swollen and throbbing but still giving it all the attention it deserved while plunging my cock inside her in slow, deliberate strokes. I pressed my free hand to her back, pushing her down into the mattress further when I felt her walls tightening around me as if she was holding onto the orgasm like it would kill her.
“Do it Romina.”
She cried out confusing pleas to stop but her moans of despair were louder and more convincing. She quaked, tremors still flowing through her body underneath me. I brought both my hands to her hips, lifting her up just slightly so that I had better leverage. She looked like was cummed out, but she still moaned anytime my cock dove in a little deeper.
So I just went for it.
Drilling into her so hard she had no option but to hold onto the edges of the mattress to avoid being slung around. She buried her face into the sheets and screamed a carnal kind of song. I kept my pace, unrelenting until I came again, this time pulling out and coating her ass with thick ropes of hot cum.
I crashed down next to her, breathing laboriously in sync while sticky from sweat. After catching my breath, I got up and went to the bathroom, got a washcloth and soaked it with warm water. I wiped my cum off of her before laying back down.
I pulled her down into my chest and rolled us both to our sides, so that we were facing each other.
