Page 38 of Brutal Surrender

She gasps when I bend her backward onto the bed and lay my body atop hers. I move my hand from her jaw down to her throat. She tries to push me off her. My cock hardens with all her writhing. She’s weak, but I still perceive her efforts to be halfhearted. She wants this. That’s what probably scares her the most.

When her attempts to dislodge me fail, she takes a swipe at my head. I catch her arm and flip her forcefully onto her stomach. Whipping off my shirt, I use it to bind her wrists behind her before returning her onto her back. Her robe is completely open, allowing me to drink in the sight of her breasts, her belly and hips, her pubis. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I connect with her wetness. “How close were you to coming, pet?”

She stares off into space, probably trying to disassociate herself. I bring her back by finding her clit. Her eyes close, and her breath becomes ragged. Even though pressure fills my balls, I continued to stroke her gently and slowly. She tries to remain still and quiet, but I catch her whimpers and pants. Wetness continues to gush from her pussy.

“This feel good?” I inquire.

“Yes…and no.”

“What if I do this?”

I slide my middle and ring finger into her snatch. Curling my fingers, I stroke her G-spot. Her back arches and her lips part further. The walls of her pussy flex around my fingers. At this point, I know there’s no way I make it out of here without fucking her, but I want to see her orgasm first.

“Does my pet want to come?”

“Yes…please.”

I keep the same pace and movement since it seems to be working for her. Gradually the pleasure for her builds. Her brow furrows more. I can sense her body reaching for the finish. Her pussy pushes harder against my fingers, her grunting increases in pitch.

Sensing a little bit of resistance, I say, “It’s okay. You have permission to come.”

At that, she comes undone. Little spasms rack her body. I imagine my cock where my fingers are, soaking up every contraction.

When her paroxysm recedes, I gradually withdraw my fingers. As she continues to lay there with her eyes closed, I spread her legs and settle myself between them. I take a good long whiff of her sex. My cock throbs. Spreading her labia, I caress her clit with my finger. She shivers. I replace my finger with my tongue. She tastes amazing. She doesn’t try to squirm away or put up her leg defensively. Maybe she knows I’ll just immobilize her more.

I continue the cunnilingus, sliding my tongue along her clit, nudging it, flicking it. She softly moans. I suck on the bud and it swells even more. After exploring every millimeter, I find the lower left side of the nub seems more sensitive. With the tip of my tongue, I tease and fondle the spot till her grunts and pants become steady.

More of her cum juices flow from her slit, pooling beneath her ass crack. Sinking two fingers into her pussy, I work her until the tension in her body rebuilds.

I stand up so I can see her face but leave my fingers buried inside her. “You want to come for me again, pet?”

She looks off to the side, reluctant to admit the obvious.

“Yes,” she whispers when I angle my fingers to make sure they graze the bottom of her clit as I thrust in and out.

“Look at me when you answer.”

She turns her half-lidded gaze to me. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… Sir.”

“What are you saying yes to?”

“Yes, sir, I’d like to come.”

I could blow my load just hearing her say that. I shed my pants and pull her by the legs to the edge of the bed, then press the tip of my cock against her. Glancing at her face, I see no objection. She doesn’t protest. After wetting my cock with her moisture, I rub the tip into her clit. She bites her lower lip. Her eyes are sparkle with arousal, and it’s the most beautiful look on her. I could go hard and fast, just like I did with Aaliyah, but I want more out of Ramona.

I agitate the head of my cock over the many nerves of her urethral opening, idly wondering if I could ever get it open large enough to fit my shaft. I almost voice the question aloud, but I don’t want to scare her.

“You want to come on my cock, pet?”

She doesn’t answer. Cupping a breast, I knead flesh and admire her rosy-brown nipples, stiffly protruding for me. With all the abuse they received, one would think they wouldn’t want to tempt fate, but they harden even more. I twist one lightly.

“There a reason you’re not answering me?” I inquire.

“Yes, I want to come on your cock.”

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