Page 64 of Pleasure Games

She whispered, “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

But did Luca grant her wish? Maybe he wasn’t a genie, after all. He poured wine on her thighs, on her belly, her knees and lapped it all up, but he avoided the place she wanted him most.

“Please, Luca,” she moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Like this?” He flicked his finger briefly across her clit and she moaned in frustration.

“Harder.”

“Like this?” He pressed down with his thumb, moving her clit around in firm circles.

“More. Please.” She was panting now. Panting because it felt so good, panting because she knew it would soon feel even better and panting because she couldn’t see and had no idea what he was going to do next.

Starting at the top of her mound, something thick and cool trickled down over her clit, between her folds, and Jasmine even felt slick coolness entering her.

“This is my dessert wine. The grapes were picked by hand. It is made only for the family.” He licked the spot just above her clit. “Very rare.” Now he sucked her clit into his mouth. “And it’s never tasted better.”

With strong hands on her thighs, Luca finally bent his head to her—oh, she wished she could see. He started off gently, just making passes with his tongue. But that didn’t last long. Thank God. His fingers dug into her flesh as his mouth consumed her. Licking, sucking, penetrating...

Jasmine raised her head from the bedding as if to watch. She couldn’t see but her imagination filled in the blanks. Luca’s thick, dark hair, bobbing between her thighs. The veins on his hands popping with the strain of holding her. A different angle now, as he moved to flick her clit with his tongue, raising his gaze to catch hers, a wicked smile in his eyes as he tortured her with his mouth.

Oh!

His mouth became brutal. Licking and biting, nipping at her folds and holding them between his teeth as he slipped a finger inside of her. Jasmine felt an orgasm building along her buttocks and spine; it was a deep one, but for some reason, she wanted to stave it off. This was all too good. It couldn’t end yet.

“Come for me Jasmine. I need you to come.” Luca growled as he plunged more than one finger inside of her.

“No,” she moaned, rolling her head from side to side. “Not yet.”

“Yes.” He slammed his fingers inside, wriggling them back and forth against her walls. “Right now.”

Despite Jasmine’s efforts to keep her orgasm at bay, her body had other ideas. Contractions starting from the backs of her knees joined forces with the mounting pressure at the base of her spine, tightening her abdomen and her ass, and pulling on her innards as if to bring everything inside her body together, only to blow them apart again.

But they didn’t blow...not yet.

She cried out with the massive orgasm that was lurking so close to the surface. “Luca!” She screamed his name over and over again.

He grunted and stopped what he was doing.

No!

But then the ties on her legs were loosened and she could move, not that she wanted to. Then her hands were released from the grate and he tore off the other ties that had bound her hands together.

The blindfold remained.

He pulled her off the table onto her feet, turned her around and pushed down on her back, bending her over. “I need to be inside of you,” he grunted.

And then he was. So fucking deep.

That’s all it took for her to shatter.

Jasmine could barely support herself as her body disintegrated with pleasure while Luca drove into her from behind, again and again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. And just when she thought she was coming down from her orgasmic rapture, Luca cried out, held her hips flush against his and erupted inside of her.

Jasmine came all over again.

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