CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE #2
“Come, Nadine. I want you to come.”
He bent me over a little more while jerking my hips upwards, and the change in angle combined with being stretched to my limit and the power of his thrusts did it.
I screamed out as I came so, so hard. Waves of pleasure rushed over me again and again as he continued his punishing pace.
The in and out rhythm of his cock pushing inside of me somehow made the climax last and last. I kept crying out, almost begging.
For what? I don’t know. I was having some sort of out-of-body experience, almost.
He picked up speed, thrusting harder and harder before yelling my name. “Nadine! My God, Nadine!” Then he collapsed over me, his chest against my back, both of us folded over the back of the sofa.
We lay there like that for a few moments.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I’m… I don’t even know what to say. Normally I would have asked if you wanted me to fuck you that hard, if you were okay, all of that. But I’ve never been that turned on before, Nadine. You’re killing me.”
I turned my head so I could see him better. “What do you mean?”
“Just…” he shook his head. “I already wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I swear I haven’t known true lust until I’ve been around you. It’s like I lose my mind a bit every time you’re around.”
He stood up, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up with him, my back flush with his chest. “And then you wore this?” He twirled me around and pinned me against the back of the couch with his body. “I lost my fucking mind. I thought I was going to rip you apart.” He rubbed his jaw.
His eyes were fiery again, running over my body. I knew I had to look like a complete mess. “I’ve never been that turned on either,” I admitted, and the desire in his eyes flared to an inferno. “I need to clean up a bit,” I warned, trying to move away from him.
He grabbed me by the upper arms and pulled me to him. “Don’t be long.” He stepped back and let me pass. “And take your underwear off.”
I nodded and hurried to the bathroom to get my tits pushed back in the corset and fix my hair and makeup a bit.
When I came out, he was sitting on the bed, his legs spread wide, grasping his long, thick cock.
His shirt was unbuttoned as if he’d started to undress and then gave up, desperate to ease his discomfort by stroking his already hard erection.
Reynolds was always a quick rebounder, but this was a record even for him.
I stared at how perfect he was. He was so handsome, so ripped, so confident. He was everything.
“I’m sorry I can’t speak with a French accent.”
His eyes met mine, startled. “Baby. I don’t give a fuck. Look at you.” He stroked himself harder. “You’re a walking dream. Come here.”
I went and stood between his legs while he looked up at me. “I’m going to need those pretty lips around my dick, honey.”
I started to get on my knees. I was shaky with the need to take him into my mouth. I leaned over, mouth open, ready to suck him.
“Wait.” He stopped me, his hands going to my head. “You like playing? You want to be my maid?”
I nodded, a little confused. “Oui.”
He grinned but tried to hide it by swiping a hand over his mouth. “Wow. That accent.”
I sighed. “I told you…”
“Shh. Let’s play.” He leaned back a little, his dick now right in my face. “Uh… you didn’t do a good enough job cleaning my house today,” he said in a harsh tone. “How will you make up for it?”
I licked my lips. “I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”
“Hmm. I don’t think you’re properly upset. I’m going to have to let you go.”
“No! Don’t do that,” I said, getting into my role. “What can I do for you?” I reached out and grasped his cock, stroking gently.
He hissed. “Suck my cock,” he demanded. “But it better be so good I forget what a bad maid you are.”
I gave him a seductive smile. “I’m much better at fucking than cleaning, sir.” I sucked his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
He hissed and angled his hips, pushing more of his dick in my mouth and stretching my lips. “Mmm,” I moaned around him.
“Fuck.” He held onto the bed while he lifted a bit and rocked his hips back and
forth as I sucked him. “That feels so damn good,” he gasped. “But,” he stood up, making me adjust along with him. “I want to fuck your mouth hard. Can you take it?”
I nodded around him, looking up at him under my lashes.
“Good.” He held my head in his hands and moved me up and down his length, making me take a little more of him each time.
I was humming around him as I took as much of him down my throat as I could, breathing through my nose.
He moved me faster and faster, but I took every thrust. My pussy was dripping I was so turned on.
Seeing him desperate for me, the cords in his neck standing out as he strained towards release was making me crazy with desire. I reached down to touch myself, needing to relieve the throbbing I felt at my core. I needed to come.
“No.” He saw and slapped my hand away. “If I allow you to come, it will be on my tongue or my cock.”
I nodded around his dick as he started to groan. “Oh, fuck. I’m about to come.” He jerked my head back and forth a few more times and yelled his release as he came. “My God,” he moaned as he came and came.
When he was finally done, he pulled out but kept holding my head in his hands. “Swallow it down,” he demanded. “All of it.” One hand moved to my throat and squeezed. “I want to feel it.”
I swallowed, but some of his cum dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.
“Goddamn.” He wiped the cum up with his fingers and then pushed them in my mouth. “Suck.”
I did.
“That’s a good fucking girl.” His eyes looked almost black as he stared down at me, watching me.
I still had the weird little French maid hat on my head. I reached up to pull it off, but he stopped me.
“Don’t. I love every damn thing about this,” he whispered, and pulled me to my feet. “Come here.”
He pushed me back onto the bed, and I bounced a little.
He grinned, his eyes on my tits as they jiggled and swayed above the tight corset. “Spread your legs. I want to see how my maid tastes.”
Shit. I was supposed to be pretending to be his maid. “Did I please you, sir?”
“So fucking much,” he said as crawled between my legs. “Now I’ll reward you.”
And then he absolutely devoured me. He tasted, licked, and sucked, until I was writhing underneath and screaming out. “Please! Please,” I gasped out, my hands in his hair. He ate me out like a starving man.
Finally, after tracing light circles around my clit for what felt like hours, he put his lips around it and sucked.
“Reynolds! Oh my God… so fucking good,” I panted as the climax raced through my body with a ferocity I hadn’t ever experienced before. “Oh, Jesus!” I kept his head where it was with my hands as he licked me through every wave, my body pushing against him.
He lifted his head after I let go and stared at me. He gestured to his cock. It was hard, and ready again. “I already need to fuck you again.”
I just nodded as he grabbed another condom.
And that’s how things continued for most of the night, until we collapsed, utterly exhausted, in each other’s arms.