Page 140 of Into the Isle

Magnus dipped his head between my legs and licked away my essence. He hummed as he nosed my clit and probed my soaking-wet pussy with his tongue. The muscle laved with toe-curling precision, catching all my juices and sucking them away.

He added fingers to the mix, and it was game over. I writhed, moaning as he ate me out and wrapped his hands around the outsides of my shaking thighs.

“F-Fuck, Magnus,” I choked out. “You’re gonna make me come already.”

“Come all over my fucking face, silvermoon,” he ordered. “I want to see your perfect flower open for me. I need to see you completely.”

He licked me some more, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh while he prodded, hooked, and administered an orgasmic test of my resolve.

I broke immediately, like a snowflake in a summer storm. Fragmenting at the seams, I squirmed and came on the spot.

My thighs wrapped around his head and neck. If I’d had my arms available, I would have stuffed his face deeper in my cunt, forcing him to lap up my arousal and drown in my climax.

He chuckled darkly as I tried to squeeze the life out of his head, content with popping him like a watermelon.

Then he stood, pants strained at the middle, bulging near his waist. He stripped his pants down and his cock swung out and slammed down on my twitching pussy.

A soft slap of flesh rang out, his cock hard and white-hot against my wet lips, yet with a strange chill that made me hiss. I could see how far he would reach, with his shaft resting on me and spearing up along my belly.

“Shit,” I groaned.

The most beautiful thing about his cock were the studs lining the underside of his shaft, forming a Jacob’s Ladder, which was what caused the cold spark against my belly. A hint of blue tattoos swirled along his impressive length.

Just like the rest of him, Magnus was unique.

He shot me an amused smile and slapped his cock on my belly and pussy. I tensed and squirted a hint of arousal at him, eyes fluttering when I felt the cold metal against my slippery heat.

He rubbed his dick along my lips, making sure I felt every stud on his cock. The ridge bulged and twitched, spilling precum on my stomach.

He fingered me ravenously, until his entire hand was sticky and wet. With his other hand, he stroked himself, bringing himself to a full, long erection.

I cried out and writhed, chafing my wrists against my binding. “Fuck me already, Magnus. This teasing is too much!”

Without another word, he lined up and thrust inside me—hard. A silent scream escaped me as his length filled my walls and punched deep inside. The piercings added lovely bumps along my walls.

He bucked his hips and I lost my vision for a split second. I moaned as he started thrusting, creaking the legs of the table against the floorboards.

Magnus held my thighs up, tipping me completely onto my back. I stared up at his wicked face and the rafters of the ceiling as my legs went onto his shoulders.

He pummeled my pussy and massaged my clit at the same time, bringing an orgasm sputtering inside me within minutes.

When he moved my legs and sandwiched my thighs together to the side, creating a firm, tight hole for him to thrust into, I lost it completely.

I came again, shaking my head and grinding my teeth to fight off the stars shooting behind my lids.

He fucked me from the side through my climax, jiggling my big ass with every hard thrust of his hips against my flesh. The thin man could work, and all I could do was enjoy his ministrations.

He spun me again, onto my belly this time, and held my wrists by the rope. My feet landed on the floor, wobbly, and my ass rippled as he railed me from behind.

To think I’d ever had a chance at “out-roughing” him was laughable. He molded my body to his liking, making sure we both enjoyed what he was doing.

And I hadn’t even seen the half of it.

After flipping me on the table, his hand fell on my neck and shoved, smashing my tits and cheeks against the wood. When he pulled back, he had my silver hair wrapped around his wrist, and a choked groan escaped my lips as my head snapped back.

He fucked the air out of my lungs, and the feeling out of my extremities. My hands were useless behind me, and I’d never realized how much I needed them for stability until now.

He kept pulling and pulling . . . until I started to go with him.

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