through the room. He would take me right to the edge and
then pull away, varying the pressure on my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Please,” I whimpered. I moved my hips, trying to push into
his hand.
“Stay still,” he growled, grabbing me and
pinning me to the bed again.
I bit my lip and tried not to moan. I was starting to figure out the game
– the more I begged, the more it seemed like I wanted it, the more he
would take it away. And yet he wanted me to beg, wanted me to plead with him to give me what I
wanted. It was an exquisite
torture.
His fingers kept moving as he kissed my
stomach, his mouth warm, the stubble on his chin brushing against my skin. He kissed his way all the way down
until he was between my legs. Then
he looked me in the eye again, his breath coming so hard I could feel it on my
inner thighs, warm and delicious.
I wanted to scream, that’s how turned on
I was. I wanted to beg him to fuck
me, to lick me, to finger me, whatever he wanted to do, I would let him.
But I knew I needed to stay still and
quiet.
So I bit my lip and waited.
His mouth twitched up into a knowing
grin, and a look of approval crossed his face.
He lowered his mouth and his tongue slid
over my clit. I couldn’t take it
anymore. I moaned and writhed on
the bed, trying as best as I could to push myself against him.
He must have decided to take pity on me,
because even though I was breaking the rules, he moved faster, licking me,
tasting me, his mouth devouring me. The motion became rhythmic, and soon I was riding that wave again,
feeling my orgasm building and ready to wash over me.
I pulled down on my restraints, holding
them tight, tensing and waiting for the release. I was so close to the edge, and I was afraid if he stopped I
might go insane, but he didn’t. He
kept going, his mouth moving faster, the pressure building until I couldn’t take
it anymore.
I cried out as I came, and he held my
hips steady as he moved his lips, his tongue, his fingers against me. Wave
after wave of intense pleasure pulsed through my body, seeming to last forever.
When it was over, my body relaxed, every
one of my muscles turning to jelly. My breath came in ragged gasps. I had never felt such pleasure, never felt so sexy, so desirable, so
turned on.
But Noah wasn’t done with me yet.
He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt,
tossing it onto the floor. His
chest was broad and chiseled, gorgeous pecs and ripped abs that slid down into
the perfect V of his hips. He
shucked his pants and boxers next, his huge cock standing at attention.
He laid his body onto me, and wrapped me
around him, making me feel small and vulnerable. Then he stripped me, starting with my shirt, sliding it
slowly down my shoulders before unhooking my bra.
He leaned my body back, cupping my
breasts in both his hands and pulling them into his mouth. I could feel his cock, hard against my wet
panties, which he’d pushed to the side when he’d been licking me. It rubbed against my clit, and I
started to get wet again as he sucked my nipples.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he
said. He laid me all the way back
on the bed, and pulled my panties off, then grabbed me and pulled me back up so
that I was sitting in his lap. He
slid me down on his cock, holding me steady so that even though I was on top,
he was still the one in control.
I wrapped my legs around him and he
pulled me close, filling me with his dick. He moved inside of me, guiding me, moving me up and down on
his rock hard cock.
I could feel another orgasm building
inside of me, even though I’d just come a minute ago.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Please, Noah, fuck me.”
He began pumping into me, drilling me
harder and faster. We were both
breathing heavily, our bodies falling into a perfect rhythm.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned, shuddering
as he came. As I felt the first
spurt, I came too, my
then pull away, varying the pressure on my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Please,” I whimpered. I moved my hips, trying to push into
his hand.
“Stay still,” he growled, grabbing me and
pinning me to the bed again.
I bit my lip and tried not to moan. I was starting to figure out the game
– the more I begged, the more it seemed like I wanted it, the more he
would take it away. And yet he wanted me to beg, wanted me to plead with him to give me what I
wanted. It was an exquisite
torture.
His fingers kept moving as he kissed my
stomach, his mouth warm, the stubble on his chin brushing against my skin. He kissed his way all the way down
until he was between my legs. Then
he looked me in the eye again, his breath coming so hard I could feel it on my
inner thighs, warm and delicious.
I wanted to scream, that’s how turned on
I was. I wanted to beg him to fuck
me, to lick me, to finger me, whatever he wanted to do, I would let him.
But I knew I needed to stay still and
quiet.
So I bit my lip and waited.
His mouth twitched up into a knowing
grin, and a look of approval crossed his face.
He lowered his mouth and his tongue slid
over my clit. I couldn’t take it
anymore. I moaned and writhed on
the bed, trying as best as I could to push myself against him.
He must have decided to take pity on me,
because even though I was breaking the rules, he moved faster, licking me,
tasting me, his mouth devouring me. The motion became rhythmic, and soon I was riding that wave again,
feeling my orgasm building and ready to wash over me.
I pulled down on my restraints, holding
them tight, tensing and waiting for the release. I was so close to the edge, and I was afraid if he stopped I
might go insane, but he didn’t. He
kept going, his mouth moving faster, the pressure building until I couldn’t take
it anymore.
I cried out as I came, and he held my
hips steady as he moved his lips, his tongue, his fingers against me. Wave
after wave of intense pleasure pulsed through my body, seeming to last forever.
When it was over, my body relaxed, every
one of my muscles turning to jelly. My breath came in ragged gasps. I had never felt such pleasure, never felt so sexy, so desirable, so
turned on.
But Noah wasn’t done with me yet.
He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt,
tossing it onto the floor. His
chest was broad and chiseled, gorgeous pecs and ripped abs that slid down into
the perfect V of his hips. He
shucked his pants and boxers next, his huge cock standing at attention.
He laid his body onto me, and wrapped me
around him, making me feel small and vulnerable. Then he stripped me, starting with my shirt, sliding it
slowly down my shoulders before unhooking my bra.
He leaned my body back, cupping my
breasts in both his hands and pulling them into his mouth. I could feel his cock, hard against my wet
panties, which he’d pushed to the side when he’d been licking me. It rubbed against my clit, and I
started to get wet again as he sucked my nipples.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he
said. He laid me all the way back
on the bed, and pulled my panties off, then grabbed me and pulled me back up so
that I was sitting in his lap. He
slid me down on his cock, holding me steady so that even though I was on top,
he was still the one in control.
I wrapped my legs around him and he
pulled me close, filling me with his dick. He moved inside of me, guiding me, moving me up and down on
his rock hard cock.
I could feel another orgasm building
inside of me, even though I’d just come a minute ago.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Please, Noah, fuck me.”
He began pumping into me, drilling me
harder and faster. We were both
breathing heavily, our bodies falling into a perfect rhythm.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned, shuddering
as he came. As I felt the first
spurt, I came too, my
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