I didn’t relent, didn’t let up, and kept going until she let out a soft cry and came on my mouth, the tender flesh quivering deliciously against my lips. I waited until the tremors subsided, then I stood and scooped her into my arms and carried her to bed.
I loved her like this, post orgasm, where she was so loose and sated that she could barely move. I loved that I made her that way. And I loved that the moment I started stoking her fire again, her hunger would return, more avid than before, and that’s what happened now as I lowered my body over hers. She tugged and tore at my clothes and I undressed as quickly as I could, eager to feel my body against hers.
I took her mouth, stroking into it with my tongue, and then I rubbed my bare cock against her sex, shuddering the first time it made contact. I flexed my hips, sliding the length up and down her folds, not allowing myself to plunge in—yet. No, I wanted her desperate before I did. I wanted her to come so hard that everyone in the hotel could hear it.
I lowered my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth, sucking until she gasped and squirmed and then I moved my attentions to the other one. I didn’t stop until it was a stiff peak that brushed against my chest as I moved over her, and then finally, I notched the head of my cock at her entrance.
She lifted her hips to me, and I impatiently pushed them back down. She caught my hand with hers, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my wrist, and the bite of pain was what undid the last of my control, and I shoved into her as hard as I could, almost passing out from the feeling of her wet heat around my cock after so long.
I pulled out to the tip and then pushed in again, not fast but hard, just the way she liked it.
“Anything you want,” I panted, so caught up with lust and love and the fucking amazing sensation on my cock. “Anything you want and I’ll give it to you. Let me do it to you.”
She looked up at me, eyes full and deep. “Punish me,” she whispered.
Fuck.
I pulled out and knelt between her legs. She looked perfect like this: legs spread, cunt wet, hair tangled. How would I manage to get anything done with her as my wife? I could barely bring myself to leave her now, to go get what I needed to continue fucking her.
“Don’t move,” I said hoarsely. She didn’t, but her bright eyes followed me as I moved off the bed and toward the changing screen. I picked the dress off the floor, a very simple white affair that she’d chosen herself. I tossed it aside until I found her corset, with its long lacings, which I tore from their grommets. At the last minute, I picked the dress up again and divested it of the decorative ribbons that laced up the back.
When I returned to the bed, Ivy hadn’t moved, but she trembled when she saw what I had in my hands. I made her sit up and then I tied her wrists to the bed, and then her ankles, leaving a little slack so that I could then wrap a length of ribbon around each of her thighs and then tie those ribbons to the bed frame. She was now completely tied up, immobilized, tied so that her legs were splayed open and her perfect cunt defenseless.
My cock was so hard it hurt, but I was determined to give her exactly what she asked for, so instead of plunging back inside her pussy, I moved up and knelt in front of her, angling my hips down so I could fuck her mouth. She opened her lips willingly for me, and I slid in. I waited until I knew she had consciously relaxed herself, and then I started going rougher, harder, driving in and out until her eyes started to water. I fucked her mouth until I heard noises, choking noises, and then I pulled out.
“Had enough?” I rasped.
She shook her head. “More,” she said.
God, this woman. “I’m going to fuck your pussy now,” I said. “And you’re going to have no choice but to take it.”
“As if I would want to do anything else.”
I wasted no time once I got in position. I let go of all thought, all reason, and all inhibition, and I sank my cock into her as deeply as I could. I stayed there and then ground my pelvis against hers, putting an almost cruel pressure on her clit, rubbing and rubbing and watching her as she tried to squirm away and towards it in turns, watching her brow knit as she reached that place where she couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain any longer. Then I let go of everything all together and just fucked. As hard and as fast as I could. Hard enough to make her grunt and squeal and fast enough to strain the ties against her limbs.
I drank in the feeling of her soft thighs welcoming me, the sight of her tits bouncing frantically, the sound of her animal noises resolving into wild cries as she came around my cock.
My own release was coming, an explosion coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. I was going to fill her with my cum, I was going to fill her full of it, this cunt that had only ever known my cock, this cunt that I’d been the one to take first. I drove into her so relentlessly that tears sprang anew in her eyes and she was pleading for me to stop or slow down but she didn’t say our safe word and so I kept going, reaching down to rub her clit into another climax. I was greedy. I wanted more from her. I wanted it all, everything, every atom of this woman’s flesh, and she came again, crying openly now, and I was right on the edge.
“Come inside me,” she begged hoarsely. “I need you to. I want to feel it.”
“It’s all yours, kitten,” I said and then I inhaled sharply as it took me, an orgasm from hell, my cock convulsing so hard that I saw stars and my body was frozen in place, my muscles locked, and I realized I was growling through it all like an animal.
Fuck…that pussy. Just…fuck.
My hands still dug into her hips and I forced them to relax. If I stayed in her much longer, I would get hard again, and since I knew she would want me to fuck her again and again, I had to be the one to make sure her body got a break. She needed it, whether she thought she did or not.
“I want you to do that to me every day,” she said, her voice small in that particular way that told me she was moments from sleep. “You have to promise.”
“Oh, I promise.” I pulled out of her and bent down to kiss her cunt.
“Good,” she sighed happily.
“You are such a good pet,” I praised her, untying her restraints next, making sure to kiss each and every red line the rope had left. But by the time I made it back to her face, her eyes were closed and her breathing had started to deepen. I smiled and brushed the tousled hair away from her face.
After I’d cleaned up, I crawled back in bed with her, even though I wasn’t the least bit tired. I curled my body around hers, breathing in the sweet, clean scent of her hair, curling my hands protectively around her stomach.
I had wanted all of her just a moment ago, to consume her and to have her consume me in turn, and when we were fucking, sometimes it felt as if it would never be enough, as if I could never fuck hard enough to get as close as I needed.
