Page 36 of Savage Justice

“Yes. Of course… Aagh…”

She emits a satisfied cry when I lift her left leg and bend it at the knee, then gently shove it against the low back of the chaise longue, opening her to me. I admire the growing damp patch on the delicate gusset of her knickers. I love it when a woman’s enthusiasm matches mine.

I hook my finger under the edge of the lacy fabric and nudge it aside to reveal her quivering pussy. Gorgeous. I lean in and inhale again.

“Christ, you smell good…”

“Nico…”

“Shh.” I trace the outline of her entrance with the tip of my tongue, then use my thumbs to part the two lips. I admire the sight for a few moments, one seriously wet and ready female, then I point my tongue and dip it inside.

Molly goes insane. Thrashing, squirming, thrusting. Gasping and moaning my name, she writhes under my questing tongue. Her hands are secured, but I have to anchor her in place with my arm across her stomach to avoid being bucked off. Neither of us would want that.

The damp fabric is clinging to her, impeding my access to her clit. That has to stop. I consider simply tearing the offending lace but think better of it. Why destroy something so beautiful? I pause to peel the underwear away, first one leg, then the other, and drop the scrap of prettiness on the polished wood floor. Then I return to my task.

I slide one finger inside her, then a second, and take her clit between my lips. I suck gently, then increase the pressure when she lets out another eager moan. I briefly consider slowing everything down but decide against it. I mean to take plenty of time over this but will use it to repeat the exercise rather than draw it out.

I scrape her plump clit with my teeth, then open my mouth and draw in as much of the sensitive flesh as I can. I caress her with the flat of my tongue, at the same time scissoring my fingers in her snug channel.

“Oh God…” She grinds out the words and tugs against her bonds. The tie was only loosely fastened, and she’s able to wriggle free.

She grasps my hair in her hands. I consider telling her to put them back where I placed them relent when she suddenly soars. I let her fly, working my fingers inside her and suckling her clit while she shudders through her orgasm. Her inner muscles contract violently, squeezing around my fingers, and her sensitive bud seems to pulse to the same rhythm.

I draw the moment out as long as I can, but eventually she relaxes under me as she floats down from the high. Her fingers release their death grip on my hair, and I raise my head.

Her eyes are closed. A contented smirk plays across her mouth. Her nostrils flare and she heaves in a satiated sigh.

Nice. Now for Round Two.

I shove her bent knees a little higher, tipping her pretty bottom up for my perusal. My fingers are still inside her, so I withdraw them almost entirely, then slowly impale her once more. I do that several times, just until she starts to take notice again. When her eyelids part to reveal her cornflower-coloured irises, I twist my hand to set the tip of my thumb at her anus.

Her eyes widen.

I press gently.

She gasps. “Nico? What…?”

I insert the tip of my thumb and raise one eyebrow. If she wants to protest, now is the time.

She doesn’t, so I apply more pressure. The entire length of my thumb is buried in her rear hole. I wait for a moment, let her adjust and process, then I lower my head and take her clit between my lips again.

She goes off like a firework. This time her climax is quick and powerful, a bright flash of orgasmic light, surging from nowhere and gone almost as quickly as it emerged.

She’s panting, startled at her own response.

I rock my hand back and forth, burying first my thumb, then my fingers, alternating between the two channels. I’m slow, drawing out each stroke, enjoying the sight of my digits driving in and out of her.

Slowly, softly, her arousal builds again. I see it in the dilated pupils, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The helpless flutter of her inner walls and the sudden contracting of her pussy. Her body jerks, convulses. She lets out a long sigh, comes for a third time, then goes limp.

I withdraw my fingers but continue to caress her pussy lips with the backs of my knuckles. I wait, give her time to regain her senses, then I let her lower her legs and swing her body around, so she is half on, half off the chaise longue. I spread her thighs and at last release my cock.

“You still with me, Molly?”

She lifts her eyelids and smiles. “Please…” is her only response.

“You want me to fuck you?” Always worth checking…

“Please,” she repeats, more forcefully this time. “Quickly. Do it now!”

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