Chapter 11 #2
The words keep coming, an endless babble, and I know I couldn’t hold them back if I tried. I don’t even register wanting to say them or trying to say them. It’s just a reaction to the intense sensations shooting up my spine and pooling in my belly.
“Your mouth, Ransom. Your fucking mouth. I just—it’s so—”
I choke off the words with a moan, tipping my head back as ecstasy threatens to pull me under.
Everywhere Ransom’s tongue touches, everywhere he licks, feels electrified.
My body hums with it, buzzing like a hive of bees, and I feel filthy and powerful in the best way.
Like his face really is my throne, and this is how he wants to pay tribute to me.
Instead of holding on to the armrest, I thread my fingers through his hair, fisting the soft brown strands as I grind against him, doing exactly what he wanted me to. I can’t help it, urged on by need and the frantic beat of my pulse.
And Ransom lets me. He moans into my soaked flesh, and I know if I had it in me to look back over my shoulder, I’d be able to see how hard he is in his pants already. How badly he wants this.
The way I’m pulling at his hair seems to unleash something in him, and he attacks my pussy even harder, sucking on my clit and leaving no inch of me untasted.
I work my hips, humping his face, gasping for air, giving in to the desperate feeling that courses through me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “I’m so—I’m gonna—”
Ransom reaches up blindly and palms my breasts, then applies himself to playing with my nipples. He pinches and rolls them between his fingers, tugging them away from my body in a way that makes more heat shoot straight through me.
I tip my head back, a wordless moan of pleasure spilling out of my mouth. I’m so close. Right there on the edge, trembling on the precipice of something huge and intense.
With one hand still on my breast, Ransom lets his other hand slide downward, skating it down my back and over the swell of my ass. He slips one finger between my cheeks, and as it presses into my back hole, I let out a choked sound of shock and pleasure.
The sudden burst of sensation is enough to snap the tension that’s been building inside me, sending me flying headfirst into an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I’m coming, coming undone and coming apart, and I bear down into it, but it feels different. For the first time ever, my orgasm leaves me gushing, and I can feel a hot rush of liquid spilling from me as I shake through the pleasure of it all.
I pull my hands away from Ransom’s hair and rise up a little, embarrassed and horrified.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” I manage to squeak out, breathless. “Th-that’s never happened before.”
Ransom’s lower face is soaked, but when he looks up at me, there’s no disgust in his expression. Only scorching heat.
“Sorry?” His voice is raspy. “For what? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. You letting go for me like that, soaking my face? Fuck, angel. I’ll remember that forever.”
A blush rises in my cheeks, but before I can respond, he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, sliding out from under me.
He sets me down with my knees on the floor and my upper body draped over the couch, then stands up behind me.
When I look over my shoulder, he drags a hand over his chin and licks his fingers and his lips, like he doesn’t want to miss a drop.
My heart flutters, another trickle of wetness seeping from me as my swollen pussy clenches at the sight.
Ransom’s gaze skims over me, and he tugs his shirt over his head before shoving down his pants and kicking off his shoes.
“I want you to soak my cock now,” he tells me. “Just like you did my face.”
He kneels down behind me as he finishes undressing, and I shiver as he skates his hands down my back. He grabs two handfuls of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart wide enough to bare both of my holes to his gaze.
“Look at that gorgeous pussy, so wet and ready for me,” he rasps. “Jesus, I could come just from looking at you.”
He grabs one of my wrists and then the other and pins them at the small of my back.
I squirm a little, testing his grip, and he tightens his hold, giving me nowhere to go.
I love that feeling, the sensation of being held down, knowing he’s about to fuck me hard, and my body shakes with the anticipation of it.
With his free hand, he guides his pierced cock into me, sliding it right into my core and ramming it home. The shock of being filled so quickly punches a gasp out of my body, and I turn my head so my cheek is resting against the soft fabric of the couch.
His thick shaft is so much, so good. I can feel every single inch of it as he thrusts in deeper, every ridge of his length and every bump of the piercings along the underside.
They feel different from this angle, and the way they rub against my inner walls is driving me crazy. I can barely take the barrage of sensations, my nerve endings firing over and over again, leaving me gasping and shaking where I kneel on the floor.
All I can focus on is the hard, punishing thrust of his cock again and again and the way it makes me feel. I arch and writhe beneath him, and Ransom holds on to me tight, keeping my arms pinned, holding me in place with his muscled body.
I gasp for breath as his hand moves across my ass, groping and squeezing at the flesh there.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he groans. He digs his fingers in, spreading my ass cheeks again with one hand. “Everything.”
“Ransom,” I choke out, his name sounding desperate and needy. “Please. Fuck.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and I can hear the promise in his tone.
He rubs that hand over my ass, and when I feel his fingers creeping toward the place I want them most, I nearly choke on the moan that spills out of me.
His fingers drag over the sensitive skin between my cheeks, and my eyes fly open wide when I feel him probing at my puckered hole.
Just like before, it should feel weird, but it doesn’t.
It feels electric and exciting, and every time the pad of his finger brushes over my rim, I get that much closer to the edge.
Ransom laughs, the sound breathless and deep, and I can’t help but push back against him, craving more of his touch. More of everything.
“You like this, don’t you?” he teases me. He works the tip of one finger in, moving it shallowly in my tight hole. It’s just one finger, and just the tip at that, but it feels so much bigger, so much more.
“F-fuck,” I choke out, squirming in his hold.
“You do,” he murmurs, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “Dirty girl. You want all your pretty little holes filled, don’t you? You want me and my brothers to make sure you get fucked the way you deserve.”
“Ransom, I—”
I can’t make the rest of the words come out, and I don’t even know what I was going to say, honestly. Everything is a jumble in my head, mixed up with the lust and desire and pure need I’m feeling.
“I know, angel,” he says soothingly. “I know how bad you want it.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust, and I moan with pleasure as it shoots through me.
“I know you want a nice hard dick in your pretty, tight ass. Maybe one day I’ll fuck you there.
Would you like that? Me fucking your ass while Malice fills your perfect pussy? ”
I nod, breathless and more turned on than I think I’ve ever been. “Please, please, please.”
It spills out like a chant, like something I can’t hold back. Just picturing what Ransom is saying is enough to have me right there, trembling on the edge of my orgasm.
And he doesn’t let up. He fucks into me hard and fast, making sure I feel every inch of him. The piercings rub against my inner walls, and before I’m ready for it, that hot fire is spreading, burning through me with an intensity that takes my breath away.
I scream as I come, face down on the couch, struggling to breathe while I work my hips back, desperate for every drop of pleasure that Ransom can give me.
He keeps fucking me through it, not slowing or hesitating for even a second.
His hand is tight around my wrists, and he keeps that one finger working into my ass, making it impossible for me to come down.
Each aftershock builds and builds until it’s like a continuous wave of pleasure that I couldn’t stop or deny if I wanted to.
It feels like it’ll never stop. Like each wave is going to drown me, holding me under until the next one comes along. Ransom’s thrusts get wilder, deeper, and I know he’s close too.
I want him to come. I want to feel it when he loses it the way I am.
Instead of finishing inside me though, he pulls out at the last second. I can hear him stroking himself, the sound of skin on skin, the way his breath shakes and stops for a second when he hits his own orgasm.
And then there’s the wet splash of his cum spattering over my back, painting me as if he’s marking his territory.
I like that. Fuck, I like it more than I ever knew I would.
I slump over the couch, breathing hard, my heart going a mile a minute. Ransom slips his finger out of my ass and drags it through the mess on my back. Then he returns to my back hole, using his own cum as lube as he presses that thick finger deeper inside, fucking me with it.
The aftershocks keep coming, and I whimper, just on this side of too sensitive as he keeps going.
My body is quaking with full body shudders every few seconds, my pussy clenching around nothing, sore but needy.
Finally, Ransom takes mercy on me and pulls out entirely, then leans down to kiss me. He strokes the limp, sweaty strands of hair back from my face and smiles at me before he stands up.
My body feels like overcooked spaghetti, but in the best way, and he has to gather me up and into his arms to move me.
“You… wore me out,” I whisper, my head lolling on his shoulder.
“Good,” he says warmly, pressing a kiss to my hair. “That was the idea. And now, pretty girl, it’s time for a bath.”