Chapter 52
Chapter Fifty-Two
CYRUS
My pulse thrums deep in my ears as I position myself on the bed.
With my chest down and arse up, exactly as I was instructed.
From this position, I can’t see her. I can feel her presence behind me, looming and ominous. Without seeing her, I have no idea what she plans to do with me, the anticipation making my pussy pulse with need.
The clap to my arse cheek is unexpected, I yelp and grip the bed covers. The sting dulls as she rubs her palm over the reddened flesh. I arch my back, displaying everything I am to her.
When her palm comes down again, I’m prepared– only letting a small yelp, that dives straight into a moan. “You’re so responsive, dove. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
Nodding into the mattress only earns me another smack. “Words, dove.”
“Yes. Yes you can do anything to me.” In fact, I’m willing to let her do anything, as long as she puts her hands on me.
“Good girl.” She draws out ‘girl’ as her fingers dance between my arse cheeks. Touch feather light and barely there, yet it lights up my whole system. “You’d even let me touch you here wouldn’t you?”
Not risking a nod this time, I say, “Yes.”
I’m rewarded with another smack that has me gushing.
“We’ll save that idea for later, now I’m going to make you a dripping mess, just like how you made me a mess.” Her mouth descends to my pussy, eating me with a fervour I’ve never experienced before.
With her hands gripped tight to each cheek, she devours me; licking up and down, nipping and teasing everywhere she desires. Never staying in one place too long before she’s trying out another part of me. My insides knot, and every now and then, she’ll spank me again.
It’s disturbing how quickly she winds me up to the finish line.
Within a minute, I’m already ready to combust. My back arching lower and thighs spreading wider, giving her more access to my dripping hole. She delivers another smack that has me crying out.
“Already so close for me. You just love being treated like a whore, don’t you?”
Another smack, and I scream out, “Yes. I love whatever you do to me.”
A long swipe of her tongue has my toes curling. “You may be a whore, but you’re mine. No one else touches this pussy.”
I pant around my answer, as her fingers tease the edge of my entrance. “Just for you. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
The praise hits at the same time she spanks me and drills her fingers into my pussy and I break.
I forget everything that isn’t her touch. I can’t remember my own name, as I detonate around her fingers. A bellowing scream rips through the air, and distantly I know that it comes from me.
I writhe as her fingers continue pounding into me. Not letting me up for air, she fucks me through my release, pushing me to crest over into another one before the first even starts to die down.
Her fingers retract and I slump against the bed, body boneless and vision blurry.
I don’t get a reprieve for too long, before her tongue is kitten licking at my sodden pussy lips. My hips jerk, either to pull away from her touch or beg for more, I’m not sure.
Whines pour from my lips, pathetic and continuous as she continues to glide her tongue in short licks.
With one last spank– softer than the rest– she sits back. Twisting my head, I try to focus on her behind me. She’s too busy staring at my pussy to notice me looking.
“Such a good hole for me.” She pushes my hip and with how boneless I am, I flop. Landing on my back in the middle of the soaked bed. I don’t even care how wet the sheets are, it’ll bother me later, but right now, I don’t have the energy to move.
“You look so good, blissed out for me.” She massages my thighs, the sensation almost as good as the sex.
Words escape me as I continue to pant, my brain not quite having realigned itself yet. Only whines come out of me.
She sighs, drawing my gaze to hers. “I guess you’re not ready for another round.” She pouts, not sorry in the slightest as her fingers wonder closer to my pussy. “I wanted to sit on your face and eat you at the same time. But I’ll just have to please myself instead.”
I come back to reality quicker than I thought possible, sitting up and grabbing her hips, dragging them up my body. “As hot as that would be to watch. I need you on my face, Tally.”
She pats my cheek. “Good girl.”
With a quick manoeuvre, she’s on top of my mouth and her lips are on my pussy.
The day falls away to orgasms and mouths. Wringing one another dry with every pass of our lips against each other. Filling the ship with our moans and cries.