Page 18 of Sinners Retreat

His nails dig into the small of my back, and my thighs begin to quiver. I can only hope I’m allowed to move while I’m coming, because I have a feeling I’ll lose all control over my muscles.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I whimper.

I don’t know why women tell men when they’re close, especially when being eaten out. It usually results in the man completely changing what he’s been doing, which ruins the orgasm. But Ezra is a pro, and I never should have doubted him. He keeps that same pressure between my legs until I’m a shaking, shivering mess.

Unable to keep still any longer, my hips move of their own accord and grind my pussy against his mouth. He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me down and keeping me in place as I come on his face.

Stars dance behind my eyes, and I’m pretty sure I lose consciousness for a few seconds. I bury my face in a pillow and moan through the waves of pleasure. My pussy spasms around nothing, and now I want him to fill me.

“Please fuck me,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

He moves off the bed and turns me onto my back again. If my wrists hurt from the pressure, I can’t tell. I’m numb from the explosive orgasm, and I can only feel my pulse throbbing between my legs. I can only feel the intense need to have him pound into me until I can’t see, massive cock be damned.

He reaches over, picks up his discarded glasses, and puts them on his face as if heneedsto see me clearly. Why is such asimple motion so fucking sexy? I’ve seen people put their glasses on a million times, but never with such villainous finesse.

He moves to my wrists and releases the rope. “Sit up and put your hands behind your back.”

I do as he commands, and he removes my bra before securing my hands, then wrapping the rope around my chest. My breasts begin to swell from the pressure, but it’s surprisingly pleasurable, especially when he closes his mouth around my nipple. The skin is so much more sensitive now.

“You’re being such a good little toy,” he says, then bites my breast.

My body jerks as a jolt of pain stabs through my chest, but I don’t pull away. I want this. I want all of this. There’s something so freeing about being bound and having all control taken away.

His hand cracks against the outside of my thigh. “Open your legs or I’ll have to tie them up too. For tonight, I own you, and I want to see what belongs to me.”

I keep my thighs pressed together, but not because I don’t want him to fuck me. I just want him to tie my legs to the posts. It sounds hot as fuck, and I want him to thoroughly use me.

“Very well,” he says with a smirk.

He stands and removes his shirt before digging through his bag of tricks. A light sweat slicks his chest. When he returns to the bed, he fastens a rope around each ankle, then places me exactly how he wants me before hoisting my legs as high and wide as they can go.

I didn’t think this through. While I’m very secure about my body, I don’t relish the idea of my asshole getting this much light. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He just pulls off his shorts, kneels before me on the bed, then leans over me, pressing the head of his cock against my dripping entrance.

“I’m going to use you now,” he whispers into my ear. “Just remember to trust me.”

He sits up and closes his hand around my throat, and I worry I’ve reached my limit. This is getting a little too David Carradine for me as he applies pressure to the side of my neck. Before I can open my mouth to voice my concerns, he grinds his hips forward and pushes inside me.

I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve shoved some questionable objects inside my pussy over the years. Don’t we all experiment a little before we gain the courage to purchase a dildo? But nothing has ever filled me as completely as Ezra’s cock.

With each slow pump of his hips, his grip tightens on my neck. He isn’t cutting off my air, but I still feel a dizzying darkness creeping around the edge of my vision. If I have to die today, I suppose there are worse ways to go.

Just before I black out, he releases his hold and moves his hand to my pussy. He rubs my clit, massaging at a steady pace until another orgasm lingers on the brink of detonation.

“I can feel you getting close,” he says. “Don’t hold back. I want you to come on my cock. Give me what I demand, or I’ll stop pleasing you.”

Oh, fuck. Each gravelly word rushes straight between my legs and pushes me closer to the edge of oblivion, but the pressure of being made to come on command is too much.

“I can’t,” I moan. “Just keep fucking me. Please.”

His free hand shoots toward my neck, and the blood choke resumes. “I won’t let go until you come, so I suggest you figure it out.”

A bolt of panic seizes my chest because he sounds really fucking serious. This doesn’t feel like something kinky anymore. But for some strange reason, his threat is just the nudge I need. Right before I black out, I’m overcome with a full-body sensation like I’ve never felt.

Stars blaze across the ceiling, and the darkness gives way to a rush of blinding light. I want to scream that I’m coming, butmy voice refuses to cooperate. Cries of pleasure fill the air on my next breath, but my mouth can’t form words. With the way I’m tied up and quivering, I probably look like a trussed pig having a seizure, but I don’t care. I’ve never experienced such an intense orgasm, and if I have to get tied up and choked to the point of hilarity to feel something so amazing, so be it.

Ezra also doesn’t seem to mind. As my eyes focus once more, he releases my neck and I see him above me. Sweat glistens on his chest and forehead. Breath saws out of him as he continues pummeling my pussy, and a dark glint shines in his eyes.

He leans forward, bracing himself on powerful forearms as his thrusts stutter to a stop. His cock fills me so completely that I can feel each pulse as he comes inside me.

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