She Shouldnt, But She Will by Francis Drake

like freefall, but not knowing if there was a parachute. The force of her orgasm numbed her mind. She had no will. All choice and decision had been removed from her. He could do as he wished with her.
    Derek removed the pillows and rolled her onto her back. He released her wrists, but only long enough to pull them over her body and bind them to the head of the bed. He spread her ankles and tied them so she was open to whatever he wanted to see or do. No matter what happened, she had but to react. Her eyes still blindfolded she waited for what would come next.
    His weight made the mattress dip and his head snuggled between her legs.
    “God, your scent alone is enough to make a man shoot off. Combine that with your taste and a guy could go half crazy.”
    He licked the length of her nether lips, and then tugged her clit into his mouth. With fingers again tickling her slick channel, she was almost gone in a few seconds.
    She screamed, “ More! Harder! ”
    But, his attentions moved to her breast. Starting with wide, massaging circles, his fingers finally settled on her nipple. Rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger sent spears of pain as well as streaks of pleasure radiating through her. Pushing up with her heels her ass shot off the bed but her bonds kept her in place.
    “Oh, Baby,” Derek rasped. In one hard drive, he entered her. It wasn’t hard or fast enough.
    She whimpered without shame or control. With each thrust, her back rubbed the sheet. If they had been on her bed, the squeaks would have punctuated each push and the headboard would have banged the wall. His mouth latched onto her shoulder, sucking, nipping the skin. The scrape of his teeth, his breath, hot and fast, his cock rubbing her clit while pumping her to oblivion—every other sense was heightened without her sight.
    She came with a power she’d never imagined before but which was becoming commonplace tonight. She soared above the heavens, up past the stars and into darkness until her breath caught and her writhing stopped. Her only motion was the contractions sending her pussy into total chaos. Derek had ceased pressing her into the mattress, and when she came to her senses, she wondered why.
    “That was beyond incredible,” she managed when she could breathe.
    “Felt pretty damn great from this side, too,” Derek replied, removing her blindfold. “I want to watch your eyes when you come the next time.”
    “Next time?” How much more could she take? She watched as he squeezed some gel from a tube and applied it to her pussy and then put some on his sheathed dick. “What is that?”
    “Personal lubricant. I don’t want to hurt you when we fuck again.” He winked. “Pirates have stamina. I plan to fuck you more than you have ever been fucked in your life.”
    “You already have.”
    Nevertheless, she watched him ease into her. Her well-used body accepted him easily, expanding just enough to provide the right amount of friction to drive her to distraction. He pushed in, then pulled out. And pushed in. And pulled out.
    “You didn’t come.”
    “No.” His brow bunched in concentration. Sweat ran down his back and arms. She raised her head and licked the salty liquid from his neck. He groaned and increased his thrusts.
    His strokes were long and sure, and every one hit her right where she needed to be hit. Any second she was going to come again. She clenched her fists and hung on for dear life as the first crest of her orgasm struck, flinging her into a wonderful place where logic played no part.
    Derek stopped moving again until she came down far enough to speak. Then he shifted slightly.
    “How can you still be hard?”
    “Cock ring. I could go all night. And I might do that as good as you feel when you come. It’s like an earthquake with a thousand aftershocks, all centered on my dick.”
    The scent of sex filled the air and her juices mixed with the lubricant ran over her ass and down to the bed.
    On his knees, he held his