Kira #3
The pleasure builds like a storm rumbling from the distance closer until my breaths come in short, desperate pants.
Every nerve feels raw, humming under the pressure of his tongue and fingers.
He eats me like he’s starving, like my flavor is driving him as crazy as his mouth stimulates me.
Deep, messy sounds fill the room as he devours every drop of my arousal.
My hips start rolling on their own, grinding against his face. He lets me move a little but one arm bands across my stomach to hold me steady while the other works his fingers deeper, faster. The tension coils tighter, hotter, a burning coil low in my belly ready to snap.
“I’m—fuck.”
He doesn’t let up. Instead, he sucks my clit harder, tongue flicking mercilessly, fingers crooking with perfection. And the orgasm crashes over me without warning. My whole body seizes.
A raw, broken moan tears from my chest as the first wave hits, pleasure exploding outward in blinding pulses.
My walls clench hard around his fingers, fluttering wildly as ecstasy rips through me.
My thighs lock around his head, hips jerking uncontrollably while he keeps licking and drawing it out until I’m shaking, sobbing his name in shattered gasps.
And he doesn’t stop until the last aftershock fades, until I’m a boneless, panting mess beneath him, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat. Only then does he ease his fingers free and press one last soft kiss to my oversensitive clit, making me twitch.
When he lifts his head, his lips are shiny, eyes blazing with raw hunger as he looks up at me. His eyes are wild with need. The polite restraint is gone now—burned away by the taste of my orgasm.
He kisses me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue as he settles between my spread thighs. The thick head of his dick nudges my entrance, sliding through my slick folds, teasing us both until I’m whimpering into his mouth.
“I need you,” he growls against my lips in a broken voice. “Right fucking now.”
I nod frantically, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushes in with one slow thrust—stretching me open, filling me so completely, my head falls back on a choked moan.
The fullness is overwhelming, perfect in every inch dragging through my sensitive walls still fluttering from my first release.
He bottoms out with a guttural sound, hips flush against mine, holding still for one trembling second as we both adjust.
Then he starts to move.
The first few strokes are controlled, but the hunger quickly takes over.
His pace turns harder, faster, rocking the chaise with every powerful snap of his hips.
He braces one hand beside my head, the other gripping my thigh to pull me open wider, angling so he goes as deep as possible with every thrust. Pleasure sparks in my muscles deep in my core, building quickly on the heels of my earlier orgasm.
“Fuck—you feel so good,” he rasps, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hot and ragged. “So tight...”
I can only moan in response, nails raking down his back as I meet him thrust for thrust. The coil in my belly winds tighter, hotter with every drag of his cock pushing me closer to the edge again.
His rhythm grows erratic and desperate, the careful lover from moments ago replaced by something raw and primal.
He fucks me like he’s claiming me with deep, punishing strokes that make my breasts bounce and my voice crack on every whimper.
Then he shifts slightly, hooking one of my legs higher over his arm, driving even deeper.
The new angle has me seeing stars. My clit grinds against his pubic bone with every plunge, sending jolts of electricity through me.
The pressure builds unbearably, a white-hot tension ready to shatter.
“Come with me,” he demands, voice strained, hips slamming into mine. “Let me feel you."
The command tips me over. My second orgasm hits like a freight train—harder, deeper than the first. It rips through my body in violent waves, starting at my core and exploding outward. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing and fluttering in spasms that drag him deeper.
A hoarse groan tears from my throat as pleasure blinds me, every muscle seizing, thighs quaking around his waist. I come so hard that slick heat gushes around his cock, leaving me whimpering, lost in the endless surge of ecstasy.
He follows right behind me with a faltering pace as my orgasm triggers his.
A deep, animalistic groan rips from his chest. His hips stutter, then slam home, burying himself to the hilt.
His cock throbs inside me, swelling as he comes.
Thick, hot pulses flood me, and he grinds against me through every spurt, hips jerking with each heavy release.
His entire body trembles as the orgasm vibrates through him, draining him until he’s spent, panting, and collapsed half on top of me with his face buried in my neck.
Timur is heaving for air, but I’m enjoying the warm swirl of my vodka and the heat of his body pinning me down. It was incredible. He was incredible, and I am so confused.
What had I just done, sleeping with my captor?