Page 115 of Carnal Urges
I need to come so bad, I’m almost sobbing.
He pulls away, panting. “Such a bad girl,” he says, sounding thrilled by my reaction. “You deserve another spanking.”
Opening my eyes, I stare up at him. I put my hand between my legs and stroke my shaking fingers over my wet, swollen clit.
He slaps my hand away, rolls me onto my belly again, then gives me another five hard blows with the belt.
It’s almost unbearable, both in how much it hurts and how much it makes my entire pussy pulse and tingle. It’s glorious and dirty, and I know I’ll be so bruised, I might not be able to sit for days, but holy fuck, how I love it.
I can’t help myself. I start to desperately grind against the bed.
“No, baby,” says Declan, chuckling darkly. “So sweet. So needy. But not yet.”
He smooths a hand over my burning ass, stroking the curves of it and crooning. Then he flips me onto my back again and straddles me, gathering my wrists in his hands.
He winds his belt around my wrists, tucks the ends under, and pins my arms overhead. Leaning down into my face, he stares deep into my eyes. His own are feverish.
“I’m gonna lick your pussy until you’re crying for me to let you orgasm. But I won’t let you. You can’t until I say you can. Understood?”
I know this delay is part of it, part of how he’ll make the sensation that much more intense for me. The longer I can hold back, the better the climax will ultimately be.
I’d still like to kick him in the nuts.
Seeing the fury and uncontrolled lust in my eyes, he smiles. Then he straightens, unzips his trousers, and takes out his stiff cock. He strokes it lazily, gazing down at me.
He keeps stroking it as he moves backward and kneels between my legs, then starts licking me again, his jutting cock thick and hard in his fist.
I want to suck on it. I want him to fuck me with it. I want him to make me choke on it while he spanks me with his belt. I’m out of my mind with need and euphoria, riding a cresting wave of pleasure as his tongue flicks and licks and he jerks himself off on his knees between my spread thighs.
The light in the room glows brighter. The crashing of the waves outside grows louder. My eyes roll back into my head.
Uh-oh. I’ll be punished for this.
If I’m lucky.
With a full body jerk and a scream muffled by his silk tie, I orgasm hard. My pussy contracts and convulses. My body bows against the bed.
As if from far away, I hear Declan curse. I feel a tug and a pull, and the tampon is gone. He falls on top of me, biting the soft flesh under my nipple and shoving his cock deep inside my body with an animal’s territorial roar.
With a hand around my throat, he thrusts hard and fast as I come, and come, and come, bucking wildly underneath him.
“Baby. Ah, fuck, baby. I love the way you feel.”
He’s panting, pistoning into me, fucking me as I ride out the most intense climax I’ve ever had. The muscles in my ass cramp from clenching. The line between pain and pleasure blurs as he bites my nipples and squeezes my throat until I’m gasping.
He shudders. Moans long and low next to my ear. With one final thrust, he spills himself inside me, speaking in passionate, garbled Gaelic as he does.
“Tá tú mianach, cailín milis. Mianach.”
He tucks his face into my neck and whispers my name like a prayer.
I wonder how I ever thought I’d known happiness before.
When we’ve finally both caught our breath and stopped shaking, Declan withdraws from me carefully, unwinds his necktie from around my jaw, and kisses me gently. Then he tells me not to move.
I lie staring at the ceiling as he goes into the bathroom, picking up the discarded tampon along the way. I hear water running. After a while, he returns, minus his clothing. In his left hand is a towel. In his right is a wet washcloth.
I close my eyes as he silently cleans me between my legs and dries me with the towel.
