29. Adriano #3
She squirms yet again, writhing beneath me as I drag a finger across her folds. Her cunt is flooded, a slick ocean I’d be damned if I didn’t want to drown in. Adding more fingers, I swirl them around her wetness before bringing them to her face.
“Look at you. So needy and desperate for my cock.”
She bites her lips, her eyes pleading for the pleasure her lips aren’t permitted to beg for. But I let her taste it as I roughly shove my fingers into her mouth. She almost chokes but quickly catches herself, sucking greedily on her own essence like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do.
Her breathing quickens when I grab the dildo from the floor and smoothly tease it across her entrance, my fingers still in her mouth.
Then in one swift motion, I plunge it into her, with a force that’s gentle yet rough enough to make her scream.
She struggles against the restraints, her eyes widening and watering.
My cock hardens impossibly at the sight of her looking so wrecked before me—her tits bouncing deliciously, nipples perking and lips parting as goosebumps appear on her skin. She tries to hold it, but the sounds eventually fall out of her in short, sharp cries of pleasure.
“Speak.” I retract my fingers from her mouth and pump the dildo once.
“Fuck, I want you, Adriano.” She’s a breathless mess.
My nostrils flare with desire at the sound, and I spank the side of her ass. “Call me Master.”
“I want you, Master.”
“You want my thick cock inside your tight pussy?”
She doesn’t respond, and I swipe her across her thighs, pumping the dildo much faster now.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Master. I want your thick cock inside my tight pussy!” she cries, her chest heaving from holding everything in.
Damn, how I fucking enjoy this. Seeing her bound, soaked, desperate, begging, and knowing that I’m the only one who could give her what she’s asking for.
“Patience, little one.”
The dildo is drenched when I take it out and set it aside. Falling to my knees between her thighs, I take in the sight of her bare pussy—red and swollen—before placing a rough kiss on it.
She jerks yet again, and in a split second, my mouth completely dominates her, latching onto her pretty cunt. I lap at her wetness, eating her out like a starved animal until she’s writhing beneath me.
“I give you permission to scream as you like.” My voice is drowned out amidst my greedy slurping, but she hears.
She finally unleashes a shattered, throat-tearing cry as I plunge two fingers inside her, pumping and sucking with a brutal stroke.
“Fuuuuck!” she screams. The sound is a half-moan, half-cry that makes me fist my dick, stroking in tandem with my fingers buried deep inside her, until I’m about to release.
“Master, I’m going to—”
“I know, baby.”
She screams and finally unravels, her juices coating my fingers, just as I climax with an unhinged groan of my own.
Her body is still vibrating when I stand, fisting my thick, throbbing length. She looks completely spent, but I know her body can take more. I lean down, hearing her breath hitch as I whisper thickly.
“I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you until you’re crying my name and soaking this entire chair with my cum.”
She’s too tired to respond, but I smile when she subtly adjusts her hips for me.
I can feel the strain of these orgasms back to back on my wounds but I don’t give a shit.
There is no better medicine for me right now than my woman’s sweet juices drenching my hands and cock while I take what’s finally mine.
Holding her gaze, I slide in—gently at first—then increase my pace, smirking when her face contorts into one of pleasure.
I grab her tits, kneading the soft flesh as they bounce with every thrust and enjoying the way her walls clench greedily around me like I shouldn’t dare pull out.
“Look at you,” I growl, “taking every inch like you were made for this cock.”
“Master—” Her nails dig into the arm of the chair, her back arching.
“That’s it. Let me hear that pretty voice break for me.”
I continue to slam into her, the slapping sound of my balls against her thighs filling the room.
Then, with a loud cry, she lets go, her climax—the third one—crashing through her, her pussy clenching around me in violent spasms. Almost immediately, I chase mine, spilling ropes of my cum deep inside her with a guttural groan of her name.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, listening to the sound of our ragged breathing. As the fog of pleasure begins to lift, I untie her hands and gather her up against my chest. After placing her gently on the bed, I slide in right beside her, pulling her tight against me.
“That was…”
“Everything…” she completes for me, a tired smile on her face. I think she’ll drift off to sleep when…
“Tell me about your family… your mother,” she whispers so softly that I almost mistake it for a sigh at first.
Exhaling deeply, I pull her tighter, my mind spinning on where to start from.
She rubs a gentle circle on my stomach, the movement sending my heart pounding. When I finally ease into the memory, I kiss her forehead and start.
“…She was the light of the family.”