Page 12 of Cutting Ties
His fingers spread my wet pussy lips and swiped along my slit. A second and third time. On the fourth run, his finger paused at my clit, stoking the nub. I cried out as the sensations worked together, his teeth sending jolts down my neck, his fingers playing with my nipples and fingers on my clit. When his fingers left my clit and suddenly sank deep into my core, I cried out, my entire body tensing as I attempted to keep my arousal in check.
But it was next to impossible. This whole lap dance was supposed to get him aroused and have him begging me to give it to him; somehow the rascal had flipped the playbook in his favor and had me whimpering and begging for more.
Reaching behind me, I lifted my ass just a little to gasp his freed dick in my hand. As his finger slid in and out of me, I stroked his dick, making him share in my agony.
“You’re kissing me, Valentina,” he growled, nipping at my ear.
“I want you in me, please.”
“Come for me first.” The way the demand tumbled from his lips, go grave and deep, it sent me over the edge for him.
Crying out, my entire body tensed up, my pussy clenching around his demanding fingers before I sighed with relief, my body releasing a wave of my desire.
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers from within me and brought them to his lips. Opening my eyes, I watched as he sucked my glistening juices from his fingertips. Removing his fingers from his lips, he grabbed the back of my head and lowered his lips to mine. The taste of me was on his lips and tongue, making me moan. There was something about a man devouring me that sent me spiraling with desire.
Ending the kiss abruptly, he took his hand from my breast and pushed me from his lap before sweeping me up in his arms and depositing me onto the bed, my legs swinging over the side. There was a heat in his eyes that I’d never seen before as he flipped me over to my stomach. Grasping the crotch of the delicate lace, he gave it a yank, tearing it in two and leaving me completely exposed to him.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment?” he asked, thrusting two fingers into me and stroking the inner wall at just the right spot to make me moan out a response.
“Please, Anthony. Take me.”
“Oh love, I intend to.” Lining the head of his dick to my entrance, he pressed himself into me. He took me unbearably slowly, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. Clawing at the blanket under me, I begged him to slam into me but he refused, opting to torture me instead. By the time he had sunk fully into me, I was feeling light-headed, the only need I had in me was for him to consume me fully.
“Anthony…”
“You feel amazing. I want to savor each moment.”
Bucking back against him, I attempted to get him to move. Did he not realize how torturous this was to me?
Slowly, mercilessly, he began to pull out and thrust back in. But the restraint must have been tearing at him as well because it wasn’t long before the speed of his motions increased, until they became frantic, his balls slapping against my wet pussy with each and every thrust. With my position, draped over the bed, I was at his mercy; the hand he had placed between my shoulder blades keeping me planted flat against the bed.
Closing my eyes tight, I moaned, my moans being muffled by the blanket below me. His groans, which started softly, increased in volume as his thrusts became more violent. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through me, starting at the top of my head and resonating all the way to the tips of my toes.
Despite the previous orgasm, the need to release was building within me again as I quickly made my way up the summit to the inevitable peak. Gripping the blanket below me, I moaned again, feeling his dick within me swell, his thrusts becoming frantic.
“I’m so close,” he murmured.
“Yes, please. I need to feel it!” And I did. I longed to feel him filling me.
I’d barely gotten the words past my lips when his hand left my back and both hands gripped tight to my hips. One… Two… Three… On the fourth thrust the word “Fuck!” was hissed through clenched teeth moments before he slammed into me a final time releasing his cum deep into my core.
The warm liquid slammed into me with such vigor that it became my undoing. I tilted my hips just a fraction of an inch as I received his gift, the feeling of being so full sent me spiraling. My head began to spin as I was swept up into the aftermath of one of the strongest orgasms of my life.
Anthony shuddered as he pulled out and slammed into me once more, another, smaller surge of his seed adding to the rest. “Ohmygod,” he moaned, lying down over my back and placing a string of kisses down the back of my neck. “Fuck, I don’t want to ever leave you.”
“Please don’t,” I murmured, my hands loosening my grip on the blankets.
