welled
in her eyes. Ecstasy groped for her. She could swear she could see it, even
hear it as it galloped nearer.
“Diego, Diego…”
“Damn you’re so hot. I have to taste those pretty little
lips of yours.”
His words had come to her from a distance. Britt floated in
a dream state. It wasn’t until he flipped her back over and closed his mouth
over her apex that she understood he meant to taste her other lips.
His silky, wet tongue did a dance over her knot, followed by
a practiced swipe that sent her reeling. She hitched in a burst of hot air. Diego’s
fingers remained inside her, filling her, torturing her G-spot while his tongue
did wicked things to her outer folds.
Wild with wanton urges, she yanked against the restraint
he’d made out of her bikini, grappled for the couch leg. The yearning to be
free overtook her. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to spread her legs
wide and let him inside.
But just when he withdrew his fingers and she thought he’d
have mercy on her, she jolted at a reverberating sound. Raps on the door
brought her back to awareness, back to the reality that she lay nude on a bed
of rose petals before a fire in the living room of a man she’d met only forty
hours ago. And she’d let the devil himself tie her up and torture her into a
frenzied state of madness.
“Britt!” The short little knocks escalated to boisterous
pounding. “Open this door now.”
Diego’s head popped up. Her white cream glazed his dark
whiskers. “Who the hell is that? Ignore it.” He growled and dove back in.
Oh no, it was Lexi. How did she get Diego’s address? Britt
squirmed at the humiliation of it. “No, you can’t—”
Diego held her hips in place. His tongue slipped into her
drenched cunt, caressing every inch of her. She had no way of fighting the
fire. Her legs fell open in surrender and she arched her head back, gripping
the furniture until her wrists and fingers went numb. She tried to stifle a
whimper, but instead it exploded from her lips. Her eyes went crossed and she
gasped for air, spiraling into the depravity of her pussy being devoured while
her friend banged on a distant door.
“Britt, open up,” Lexi called from the front porch.
I already am open, you stupid, stupid girl. Go away, just
go away.
“It’s Lexi. Goddamn it, are you in there? I’ve left five
messages on your machine and ten on your cell, and you haven’t called me back
yet. Are you all right? Geez.”
“It’s…it’s my friend L-Lexi,” Britt whispered, about to
reach the pinnacle of paradise.
“I don’t know how she found my house, but tell her to go the
hell away.” Diego slipped a finger back inside her while his tongue vibrated
over her clit.
Britt groaned. “I-I can’t tell her to go away now that she’s
here. She somehow found out where I’m at, and—oh god, I’m going to…”
She exploded. Her breath hitched in, out. Tremors shook her
core, centered where his tongue pulsated on her knot. With each buck of her
hips, he finger-fucked her harder, deeper, faster. Somewhere in the distance,
the pounding on the door turned into the unbearable pounding in her loins. The
orgasm went on and on and on, and Diego didn’t seem ready to stop anytime soon.
When the final wave washed over her, he yanked his fingers
out, collapsed between her legs and pressed the tip of his cock against her
soaked cunt.
“I’m not hearing what I need to hear, babe.”
Britt looked into his crazed eyes. A light blazed there, one
she knew would never extinguish. His disheveled long hair framed a face hard
and masculine, yet so handsome it took her breath away just to study it. She
could smell her own sex on his breath, and saw that his jaw and lips were
glazed with her cream. In that one quiet moment where they became lost in each
other’s eyes, the heat built inside her again. Just by those few commanding
words and the intimate position he held her in, she knew she couldn’t stop him.
Unless she uttered
in her eyes. Ecstasy groped for her. She could swear she could see it, even
hear it as it galloped nearer.
“Diego, Diego…”
“Damn you’re so hot. I have to taste those pretty little
lips of yours.”
His words had come to her from a distance. Britt floated in
a dream state. It wasn’t until he flipped her back over and closed his mouth
over her apex that she understood he meant to taste her other lips.
His silky, wet tongue did a dance over her knot, followed by
a practiced swipe that sent her reeling. She hitched in a burst of hot air. Diego’s
fingers remained inside her, filling her, torturing her G-spot while his tongue
did wicked things to her outer folds.
Wild with wanton urges, she yanked against the restraint
he’d made out of her bikini, grappled for the couch leg. The yearning to be
free overtook her. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to spread her legs
wide and let him inside.
But just when he withdrew his fingers and she thought he’d
have mercy on her, she jolted at a reverberating sound. Raps on the door
brought her back to awareness, back to the reality that she lay nude on a bed
of rose petals before a fire in the living room of a man she’d met only forty
hours ago. And she’d let the devil himself tie her up and torture her into a
frenzied state of madness.
“Britt!” The short little knocks escalated to boisterous
pounding. “Open this door now.”
Diego’s head popped up. Her white cream glazed his dark
whiskers. “Who the hell is that? Ignore it.” He growled and dove back in.
Oh no, it was Lexi. How did she get Diego’s address? Britt
squirmed at the humiliation of it. “No, you can’t—”
Diego held her hips in place. His tongue slipped into her
drenched cunt, caressing every inch of her. She had no way of fighting the
fire. Her legs fell open in surrender and she arched her head back, gripping
the furniture until her wrists and fingers went numb. She tried to stifle a
whimper, but instead it exploded from her lips. Her eyes went crossed and she
gasped for air, spiraling into the depravity of her pussy being devoured while
her friend banged on a distant door.
“Britt, open up,” Lexi called from the front porch.
I already am open, you stupid, stupid girl. Go away, just
go away.
“It’s Lexi. Goddamn it, are you in there? I’ve left five
messages on your machine and ten on your cell, and you haven’t called me back
yet. Are you all right? Geez.”
“It’s…it’s my friend L-Lexi,” Britt whispered, about to
reach the pinnacle of paradise.
“I don’t know how she found my house, but tell her to go the
hell away.” Diego slipped a finger back inside her while his tongue vibrated
over her clit.
Britt groaned. “I-I can’t tell her to go away now that she’s
here. She somehow found out where I’m at, and—oh god, I’m going to…”
She exploded. Her breath hitched in, out. Tremors shook her
core, centered where his tongue pulsated on her knot. With each buck of her
hips, he finger-fucked her harder, deeper, faster. Somewhere in the distance,
the pounding on the door turned into the unbearable pounding in her loins. The
orgasm went on and on and on, and Diego didn’t seem ready to stop anytime soon.
When the final wave washed over her, he yanked his fingers
out, collapsed between her legs and pressed the tip of his cock against her
soaked cunt.
“I’m not hearing what I need to hear, babe.”
Britt looked into his crazed eyes. A light blazed there, one
she knew would never extinguish. His disheveled long hair framed a face hard
and masculine, yet so handsome it took her breath away just to study it. She
could smell her own sex on his breath, and saw that his jaw and lips were
glazed with her cream. In that one quiet moment where they became lost in each
other’s eyes, the heat built inside her again. Just by those few commanding
words and the intimate position he held her in, she knew she couldn’t stop him.
Unless she uttered
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