Chapter 7
Taleya
Never—and I mean never—have I ever cum so damn hard. My damn lips are still trembling and I can’t focus my eyes. I’m seeing stars or some shit.
“What kind of dick is that?” I ask and he chuckles.
“The kind that’s going to fuck you again,” he says before colliding his lips with mine. I need to ask about his mouth too because between his soul stirring kisses and mind scrambling dick, I’m positive I won’t leave here the same. I’ll be lucky if I can even walk. Shit!
This man possesses and finesses my body like he knows me.
If I believed in past lives, I wouldn’t doubt that we’d known each other in another lifetime.
When he pulls out, I pull him back in. When he goes deep, I arch so he goes deeper.
When I moan, he groans. This shit is unreal and I’m absolutely loving it all, especially the no hands.
That one small limitation makes a big ass difference.
It elicits a major surge of pleasure and passion.
As much as I want to caress his muscular arms, pad my fingers down his chiseled abs, and wrap my hands around his long, thick, perfect penis, I can’t.
Honestly, if the denial of the use of my hands is why my pussy is still pulsating, I don’t want to.
I can sacrifice that for the amazing orgasms that overtake my entire body.
“I’ll be right back,” he utters before slowly easing out of me and getting off the bed.
All three of his legs walk into the bathroom and I focus on the one swinging in the middle. God, this man and that dick!
While he’s inside the bathroom, I try to get myself together. I open and close my eyes a few times to clear my vision. I twist my upper torso, bending and stretching my legs. I also say a silent prayer that Oson isn’t through with me yet. I want more of him, whatever he has to offer.
To my delight, when he walks out of the bathroom, his third leg is still alert. It’s not rock hard but definitely isn’t limp. Another round or two looks delightfully possible. He’s also carrying a small towel.
“You good?” he asks when he’s back near the bed.
“I was good two orgasms ago. I’m pretty sure I’ve progressed to great,” I admit.
He flashes me a seductive smile then eases onto the bed.
Starting with my thighs, he uses the warm hand towel to gently wipe away the evidence of our beautiful fucking.
My stomach is next, followed by my still-sensitive pussy.
His movements are intentional and tender, causing me to close my eyes and enjoy.
When he’s done, he lightly taps my leg. I open my eyes to meet his staring ones.
“You need something?” he asks.
“Besides more of you?”
“That’s on lock,” he says in the arrogant way of his I’ve noticed and fallen enamored with in this short span of time. “I’m talking about something to eat or drink. I need you to keep up with me.”
“Water would be good. I might be just a little dehydrated.”
His hand migrates to my pussy and he taps it. “Nah. You’re definitely still hydrated but I got you,” he says, then stands.
“You gon’ keep me tied up like this?” I ask, nodding toward the headboard.
He reaches out and removes the cuffs. The bar falls at the same time my hands do.
When he walks out, I twist my wrists, shake my arms, then sit up.
I’m stretching my neck when he walks back in with two bottles, one water and one sports drink.
He opens both then places them on the stand by the bed.
Thirstier than I thought, I kill the water and half of the sports drink.
The moment I finish, he’s back over me and grabbing the cuffs.
“I want to cuff your ankles and wrists this time,” he announces.
A million thoughts run through my mind at once. The bar isn’t long, about a foot and a half in length. The smaller set of cuffs is on one side of the bar with another, slightly larger set on the other side. I can’t visualize how this will work.
“With just that?” I question.
“Yeah. I know what I’m doing,” he replies as he smirks. “Lay back, get comfortable, then hold your arms out,” he commands. It’s almost shameful how quickly I comply.
After adjusting the two pillows my head previously rested on, I lay back and lift my arms. He secures my hands into the smaller cuffs, then grabs the two other pillows on the bed.
He lifts my lower half and positions the pillows under my ass.
Without saying a word, he steps away from the bed and journeys into the bathroom.
He returns with a large towel in his hand.
“What’s that for?” I ask, intrigued. I’m trying to figure all of this out.
“You like to wet the bed,” he says as he lifts my ass again.
After placing the towel on the pillows, he lifts my legs and secures the larger cuffs around my ankles.
My legs and arms are up, clamped together, with my ass and pussy on display.
I’m exposed, vulnerable, antsy, and surprisingly calm.
I imagine I look a mess but the salacious and appreciative look on his handsome face says the complete opposite.
His words confirm it. “Gotdamn. You look so fucking good. Mm,” he says with a low growl crowding his tone. I feel his words permeate my damn skin.
Before climbing onto the bed, he sheaths his mighty sword. As I watch him, I mentally pat myself on the back for following the non-logical side of my brain and coming here. Great job, Taleya.
Oson is perfection in motion—tall, fine as hell, too handsome, thuggish with notes of a gentleman, and masterful with his big dick and soft lips. I can’t even fathom another man living up to these high standards he’s set in just a few hours. I’m forever ruined.
His warm large hands land on the backs of my thighs and I become keenly aware of his touch, really aware. The sensation is somehow heightened and I feel him all over. My anticipation increases and my heart beats rapidly when he rubs my thighs.
“Shit, I feel your hands all over,” I moan from the overwhelming pleasure.
“That’s because you can’t move your arms or legs. If you like this, you’re going to really fuck with this,” he says before leaning in and burying his face into my pussy.
He’s absolutely right because the first flicker of his tongue over my clit forces my head back into the pillows and causes my eyes to disappear to the back of my head.
A vibrating energy starts at the back of my neck, and when he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks it, that energy surges through me.
My arms and legs visibly tremble and a massive orgasm floods my body.
I cum, hard and fast, and he laps up my juices equally as hard and fast. The sensation and sound both take me over and I cum back-to-back for what feels like minutes.
Incoherent words fall from my lips. I’m on the verge of insanity when the last one stops rippling through me.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I cry but he’s relentless.
Insatiable.
Diabolical.
I’m completely undone, unraveling, and satiated to the millionth degree but he’s just getting started.
His hands move to my ass and he spreads my cheeks.
Slowly, he plants kisses on both then his tongue circles my dark hole.
My body jolts and the reverberations from the jolt are felt from the tips of my toes all the way up to the hairs on my head.
“What the fuck,” I whimper. I want to grab the pillows, grip the sheets with my fingers or toes, or even dig my nails into his back but I can’t.
That energy and sexual tension is constrained and brewing in my core.
It builds more when he kisses my ass and dips his tongue into my hole.
I’m no longer on the verge of insanity; I’m here, going crazy.
“Oson, please, please,” I beg mindlessly, asking for something, anything. Hell, I don’t know what.
“Relax, sexy,” he says authoritatively before returning his tongue to my hole.
My eyes roll to the back of my head again. I can’t imagine being more relaxed than I already am. Thanks to him, I’m in a state of pure pleasure and orgasmic bliss.
He lifts his head, stares into my eyes, then places his finger into his mouth.
After wetting it, he leans down. His warm tongue returns to my pussy and kisses it slowly.
Tremors seize my legs and arms and I mentally brace myself for another mind shattering orgasm.
I fail miserably because the moment his finger breaches my ass, I explode.
He’s awakened a new erogenous zone for me and I like it.
His finger in my ass and mouth on my pussy usher me to an orgasm that causes me to temporarily lose my sight.
“Oh god, please stop,” I scream, verbalizing a damn lie.
Stopping is the last thing I want to happen, not now, not ever.
When my sight returns, I see him lift his head.
With his finger still in my ass, he rubs the tip of his dick on my ultra-sensitive pussy.
The moment he enters me, my eyebrows arch sharply, my head falls back, and pressure builds in my core.
Inch by inch, he gives me all of him, filling me to capacity.
When he pulls out, a floodgate opens and I squirt all over his chest. “My jeeeee-zus!” I scream and my words echo off the walls.
He plunges right back into me, slamming his rock abs against the backs of my thighs.
The suite is filled with the sounds of my screams and him diving into my ocean.
My pussy is soaking wet, sensitive, and being beautifully fucked by this man.
Thanks to these cuffs and him, I’m in heaven.
My entire body is on fire. I’m convulsing and on the verge of tears as another orgasm rips through me.
I’ve lost count of them and I love that for me.
After this last explosion, his thrusts pick up.
He removes his finger from my ass and his hands move to the cuffs.
He releases my ankles and positions my legs over his shoulders.
His hands grip my ass, and he lifts me slightly, drilling into me, pounding my spot.
He groans and a language foreign to me flies off my lips.
In seconds, we are cumming together. His grip on my ass tightens as he releases into the condom.
Still inside me, he gingerly places my legs onto the bed then lays his firm body on top of mine. His head rests on my breasts as he catches his breath. I’m chasing mine too as my body tries to recover from that beautiful havoc he just wreaked.
I’m spent.
Drained.
Satisfied beyond measure.
And all I want to do is hold him, run my hands through his Caesar cut, and feel his skin under the pads of my fingers. After my breathing slows and my heartbeat regulates, I make my request.
“Take off the cuffs. I want to touch you,” I say.