Chapter Eleven #3
My excitement exploded at his words. I climbed over him, facing away, my ass hovering above his face, pussy lined up with his mouth.
His hands gripped my cheeks, spreading me open so he could get at every part of me—ass, pussy, everything.
The second his tongue hit my pussy again, I lost my mind.
My belly dropped and my hips started grinding on his face, riding him like it was my whole purpose.
“Oh fuck,” I cried, grabbing his dick in my fist and stroking it slow before I bent down to take him into my mouth.
I’d been starving for this all night, so I licked him from the base, tracing my tongue over his balls, all the way up to the tip, licking off all the whipped cream, then swallowing him again, gagging a little as I shoved him down my throat.
All the while, his tongue moved between my cheeks, licking everywhere, coming up to my pussy, then back, not stopping for a second.
The pleasure was so much I nearly choked on his dick, moaning around him, the sound vibrating up his shaft.
“Hmmmm, fuck,” I groaned, pulling up to catch my breath before swallowing him down again.
“Why am I still breathing, Venus? Throw this pussy down and choke me out, right now,” his voice was muffled by my ass, making me ride his face faster, grinding with everything I had while his tongue stabbed me deeper.
“Hmm... hmmm... yes... hmm... choke me, baby,” he repeated, licking me roughly.
His energy was wild, matching mine. I worked his dick with my mouth, swallowing him deep, taking him to the back of my throat over and over.
I wanted him to lose it just as much as I was.
His hips bucked up into my mouth, fucking my face, while I rode his harder, his tongue and mouth everywhere, devouring me.
“Hmmm... hmmmm... fuck!” he groaned into my pussy, and I pressed down even more, smothering him, giving him what he wanted.
I didn’t even realize when he slipped the finger vibrator on, but suddenly the plug was gone and his buzzing finger pressed into my ass, sending a bolt of heat straight through me. I couldn’t hold onto his dick anymore. I had to let go, my moans spilling free.
“Konflict... fuck... baby, this is too much.”
He lifted my hips higher, adjusting me and keeping me right where he wanted, so his tongue could explore my pussy better while his finger worked my ass.
He never let up, working me until I was on the edge again, shaking, gasping, holding onto his head like I’d drown if I let go.
I gasped as he kept licking, kept fucking me with his finger, kept working that vibrator in my ass, pushing me past every limit.
“Since you haven’t choked me to death yet, at least drown me in that river. Give me that fontaine de jouissance, baby,” he demanded, biting my clit, finger fucking my ass deeper.
I couldn’t hold back, I came hard. My juices hit his face, soaking his mouth and his chin. He kept going, licking up everything I gave him, never pulling away. He loved every drop. My whole body went limp. My energy was gone but he still wasn’t finished with me.
I didn’t see it coming when he grabbed me, spun me around, then lifted me right off the bed like I weighed nothing.
My arms wrapped tight around his neck, my legs clamping his waist, holding on as he carried me across the room.
He took me straight to a strange kind of swing set up in the corner, something I’d never seen before and that sparked a wild curiosity in me the second I saw it.
Without wasting a second, he positioned me so I was facing him, spreading my legs wide open through the leg straps, with my back against the wall.
I was completely exposed for whatever he wanted.
He stepped away for a second, and I watched, transfixed, as he strapped a second dick around his own, one thick, heavy, silicone shaft that lined up perfectly under his real one.
My eyes went wide seeing two dicks, both the same size, both ready for me.
It took a second for my brain to process what I was seeing, to realize he was about to fill both my holes at once.
Before I could even catch my breath, he positioned himself right between my legs. His dick pressed to my pussy, the strap-on lined up with my ass.
“Now let me show you how I can fuck every one of your holes at the same time,” he said, his mouth brushing my lips before he dipped to my ear. “No safe word. Take it all.”
He didn’t let me answer. He pushed in, both at once, filling my pussy and my ass in one slow, brutal thrust, deep and relentless, taking up every inch inside me.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkk!” I screamed, the sensation so intense I felt like my body was going to break apart.
He didn’t move at first, just held still, deep inside, watching my face, making sure I was okay.
“You good?” he asked, voice full of real concern.
“Fuck me, Konflict,” I managed, rolling my hips, desperate for more.
His hands gripped my hips, pinning me down, and then he started moving, slow at first, searching for the right angle to fuck me perfectly in both holes.
Once he found it, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster.
I clung to the straps, barely able to stay upright, the swing rocking under us as he fucked me, not stopping, not letting up, both of us wild and lost in the mess.
When the strap-on slipped out of my ass, he didn’t hesitate to push it back in and fuck me even harder, making me take everything all over again.
“Oh fuck... yes... yeah... fuck, Konflict!”
My head snapped back, my moans echoing off the walls, my body split wide, every nerve on fire. I never knew pleasure could feel like this, never knew what it was like to have both holes stuffed, every inch of me owned and used.
“Yes! That’s what I wanna hear. Work that clit for me, baby, while I fuck these holes,” he demanded, pounding in even harder.
I reached down, rubbing my clit in circles while he fucked both holes, over and over. The pleasure was insane, overwhelming. My whole body felt like it was going to explode, the heat building and building.
He saw me getting close and leaned in, kissing me hard, biting my lips, devouring my mouth while he kept fucking me.
“Come for me, sweet. Come whenever you feel it. Don’t hold back.”
“Yessssss... this is good. Konflict...” I moaned my husband’s name, and it felt right, felt good, felt like all the dreams I’d ever had were coming true in that swing, under his hands, with his dick inside me.
I lost count of how many times I came. I lost track of everything except the way Knox kept going, kept filling my pussy, kept pushing me higher.
When he finally pulled out, I felt empty and desperate for more.
He stripped off the strap on dick, grabbed a vibrating ring and slid it down over his shaft, then lined up with my ass, replacing my fingers on my clit with his own.
“Let me feel this ass. You gonna come for me whenever it hits you. No holding back,” he growled.
And then he was in me, his dick wrapped in that vibrating ring and pressing deep into my ass, the real thing so much better than any toy, the buzz of the ring sending shudders through every nerve.
My body went wild, clamping down around him, my hips rolling, his hand smacking my ass, his fingers slapping my clit in rhythm with every thrust. The vibration pulsed through me, making my whole core tighten, every nerve ending in my pussy and ass raw.
He fucked me deep, the vibration making me feel like I was being fucked everywhere at once, my walls pulsing around him, my clit buzzing, every thrust sending new shocks through my body.
Every time he pulled out of my ass and slammed up into my pussy, the pressure and the vibration made my vision go white, my breath stutter, and my toes curl.
He didn’t give me a second to catch my breath, just slammed from one hole to the other, back and forth, filling me up and taking me apart.
I clawed at his back, desperate for something to hold onto, my nails dragging down his skin as I pleaded for mercy I didn’t even want.
The vibration from the ring worked me into a frenzy, sending waves of pleasure straight through my clit and deep inside, until I was coming over and over, my whole body trembling.
Every time I thought I was spent, he’d give me more, pounding into me, making sure I felt everything, making sure I’d never forget how it felt to be ruined by him.
Everything inside me melted down to nothing, just heat, pleasure and the wild, dizzying rush of being completely, helplessly owned.
“I can’t... Please come inside me, Konflict. Fill my pussy, baby,” I gasped, clinging to him, crashing my mouth against his in a desperate kiss. He gripped my hips, fucked me deeper, harder, until finally I felt him let go, his hot spurts of cum shooting deep inside, filling me up.
“Fuck... pussy and ass so fucking good, baby...”
He emptied himself inside me, first my pussy, then my ass, fucking me through every last drop.
His hand closed around my neck as he kissed me, eyes locked on mine, a look in his face that told me he wanted to say a hundred things but held back, just breathing me in, sharing that last rush of heat and connection.
Finally, he leaned close, his breath warm at my ear.
“Call me tomorrow and after tomorrow. Call me every fucking day so I can give you everything, Venus. Let me make it up to you.”
His words struck something deep inside me.
I knew he meant more than just sex. He felt my emptiness, my hunger for affection and tenderness.
He knew that after today, after everything we’d shared, I was hooked on him, on his dick, on the way he made me feel.
I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted more of him, every day, every night, until the end.
I found his mouth and kissed him, pouring everything into it, then whispered against his lips, “Anytime. Whenever I call, you come to me, you hear me?”
He grinned, satisfied, gripping my ass in both hands, shifting me higher on his dick, still hard and ready to go again.
“You just have to blink and I’ll be here. I’ll run to you the second you call, baby.”
Then he kissed me again, so hard, so deep, it made my heart pound wild and loud, left me dizzy and afraid of how much I wanted him to never stop.