Chapter 21 #3
Edie rests her warm palms on my thighs as she lowers her pussy achingly slowly to my mouth.
Too impatient to wait, I lift my head, swiping my tongue between her folds.
She lets out a guttural moan, her nails digging into my skin, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my mind as I fuck her pussy with my tongue.
I don’t hold back. I feast on her, sucking her folds between my lips, spearing her dripping hole with my tongue, then scraping my teeth gently against her clit as she rides my face.
She gasps and moans, her scent and taste driving me fucking wild.
My cock twitches, my balls tighten with every decadent, wanton roll of her hips.
“Dorian. Fuck, Dorian. Please, oh fuck, please,” she cries, her pleasure exploding on my tongue and dripping down my face as I devour her.
If my hands were free, I’d be grasping her arse cheeks, spreading them apart and eating out her pleated hole too, but for now I’m content giving her exactly what she craves.
When her body begins to tremble, I know she’s close to coming apart, so I concentrate all my efforts on fucking her with my tongue as she presses her clit against my chin and grinds on my face.
Moments later, she’s screaming my name, her whole body convulsing as she comes long and hard. I tug against my restraints, wanting nothing more than to flip her over and bury my cock deep inside her.
Instead, I drag in a deep breath as she falls forward, her cheek pressed against my thigh, her soft breath feathering over my skin as her body goes entirely lax. I stare at her pussy and groan. Her slit is as ripe as a sun-warmed peach glistening with juice.
I need to be inside of her.
I need to fuck her.
Right now.
“Edie, untie me,” I demand, my voice a deep rumble that vibrates through my body and into hers.
On shaking arms, she pushes upright, lifting her leg over my body and turning to face me. Her expression is one of utter bliss as she drags her fingers over my cock, teasing the crown, her fingertip slipping through my pre-cum.
“No, I won’t untie you,” she says, a wicked expression on her face as she lifts her finger to her mouth and tastes my cum. “But if you’re a good boy. I’ll give you what you need.”
“Good boy?” I laugh, my voice lowering to a deep rumble. “I’ve never been one of those.”
“Perhaps, eventually, I’ll be able to draw that side out of you. Now, tell me what you want.”
“What I truly want isn’t something you’ll be able to give me right now,” I reply, willing myself not to come as she strokes my cock over my boxers and bites on her plump bottom lip.
“Try me,” she replies.
“I want your pussy gripping my cock,” I bite out as she peels down my boxers.
“Are you desperate to fuck me?” she teases, discarding my boxers before gripping the base of my cock once again, this time licking the tip.
“I’m desperate to chase you.”
“Chase me?” Her eyes round, her pulse thumping beneath her skin.
I feel my gums sting as my fangs elongate. Exhaling a deep breath, I force them to retract. It takes a great deal of control to not give in, to not reveal my true face, but the blood I consumed earlier helps.
“Yes. I want to chase you,” I grind out, my voice a low rumble. “Then I want to capture you and fuck you senseless, without restraint. But I don’t think you’d be able to handle that side of me.”
“You’ve no idea what I can handle,” she says, a sensual smile gracing her beautiful face as she pushes her long hair over her shoulder.
I feel the ends tickle my thighs as she lowers back down and swirls her tongue around my engorged crown.
I can’t formulate an answer, especially not when she grips the silver ball of my Prince Albert piercing between her teeth and tugs gently.
The pleasure overtakes me, forcing everything away, until only lust surges through my body.
“Fuck, Edie,” I groan, my stomach muscles flexing as she takes me fully into her mouth, her tongue twirling around my shaft, hot and wet. “I’m going to come if you continue doing that.”
She immediately releases me, my cock bobbing against my lower stomach as she sits upright. “You will not come until I tell you to.”
“Edie…” I begin, a note of warning in my voice, but my words trail off as she grasps her tit in her hand, leans over me and offers me her nipple.
“Stop talking.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I draw her nipple and the surrounding flesh into my mouth and suckle on her tit, all the while pulling against the knot she tied around my wrist. She’s done a good job at securing my hands, but what she doesn’t know is I have the ability to dislocate the thumb on my right hand.
Slowly, and with deliberate movements, I pop my thumb from its socket, her moans of pleasure smothering the sound as the joint gives way.
The pain barely registers as I slip my hand through the loop, then reach between the gap in her headboard and press my palm against the wall, forcing the bone back into place.
When she draws back, I hold on to the bar, hoping she doesn’t notice, but she’s far too distracted with teasing me as she trails her lips and tongue down the centre of my chest, making sure to pull on the chain at the exact moment she takes my cock into her mouth once again.
“Fuck,” I cry out, forcing myself not to succumb to the pleasure so that I can concentrate on loosening the knot on my other wrist. Eventually I succeed, and I immediately grasp her head, my fingers curling into her hair as I encourage her to take me deeper. “That’s it, Edie, suck my cock.”
She gasps around me, her fingernails curling into my skin as she realises what I’ve done. When she lifts her head, I don’t stop her, instead I brush her chin with my fingertips, swiping at the saliva dribbling from her lips.
“How did you—”
“I’m a man of many talents. Getting out of tight knots is one of them. Taking what I want, another.”
Shock stutters across her face, followed very swiftly by desire. Her eyes flick to the door, her intentions clear as I push upright.
My body thrums with feral need as I press my lips against her ear and say, “You’d better run.”