Page 34 of Black Hearts

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Celeste

The world had gone dark.

My eyes were covered by a black makeshift blindfold. My hands were tied behind my head, the rope used to bind me attached in hardy knots to my motel room’s bedhead.

I squirmed, moaning. My chest rose and fell in harsh, needy breaths, wanting Alex to dull the aching and burning deep within. With my vision blanketed in darkness, my other senses were heightened, and I could feel his breath somewhere near my right thigh like a whisper against my skin.

He’d been teasing me like this for what felt like forever, and I could feel myself dripping all over the bed in desperation. I needed release so badly, but it never seemed to come. It was torture. Sweet, sweet torture.

Then his hands were finally on me, spreading my legs wide, and his mouth was on my folds, sweet little caresses as his tongue explored me from my clit to entry, up and down, slow and fast, hard and soft. I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle my whimpers as he sucked on my clit before circling it with his tongue in slow, pressured strokes.

A lightning bolt of pure pleasure shot up my spine, and I jolted on the bed and cried out. “Please!”

“What do you want?” Alex murmured against my needy pussy.

“You,” I managed to gasp out as he licked my clit again, more vigorously this time. I was a quivering mess already. I loved it when he went down on me, but it wasn’t enough right now, not after all this teasing. There was a deep yearning in me today, and it could only be sated with Alex’s hard body against mine, filling me like only he could.

“What part of me?”

“Your cock,” I breathed.

He drew back, and I immediately ached for his touch again. “So show me how bad you need it. Beg for it.”

I groaned and struggled against the ropes, wishing I could reach down and grab his cock. “Please, sir, fuck me! Fuck me hard. I want it right now. I need it,” I moaned. With his hands and mouth no longer on me, I could move my legs however I wanted. As I begged him, I spread my legs as wide as I could, putting myself on full display for him. “See?” I whimpered. “Look how wet I am. Look at what a whore I am for you. For your cock.”

“That’s right,” he said, his voice soft yet dangerous. “My little slut.”

He must have taken his cock out, because I could feel him dripping pre-cum on my bare stomach now, hot sticky little droplets that felt like a brand against my skin as they hit me. Then the head was against my entrance, and I let out a long moan of relief and bliss as he pressed inside me.

My pussy clenched as he filled me to the brim, and he growled against my ear, fucking me hard and furiously. “So. Fucking. Tight,” he said, pinching my nipples into stiff, painful peaks.

One hand came to my throat, closing around it, silencing my moans. He pulled out of my pussy, then shoved back in roughly, so roughly my wrists began to sting with friction from the rope as my body bounced back and forth beneath him.

“You want this?” he growled.

I nodded, barely able to make a sound. “Yes,” I managed to choke out. “I love it.”

It was the truth. I loved the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through me, loved feeling so far out of control while I let Alex take over. When we were like this, I didn’t have to worry about anything, because it was all up to him. Every choice, every movement. Up to him to decide, and up to me to take. Somehow, that was more freeing to me than being out there alone, fending for myself and never quite knowing if I was doing the right thing. I trusted Alex, and I knew he’d never steer me wrong or take it too far. All I had to do was submit, and endless pleasures were mine.

I whimpered as he kissed me hard, sucking my bottom lip into his hot mouth. He pounded into me, raw and urgent, a man possessed. He used my body, abused it, and I wanted more and more.

Earlier, I was desperate to have him inside me. Desperate to come. Now, I was struggling to keep myself balanced on the very edge of my orgasm, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. But Alex had other plans.

“Come for me,” he muttered in my ear, his voice harsh and demanding. “Now.”

I had to do as he told me. So I let go, let the pleasure take over. My brain went fuzzy and my legs shook as my climax slammed through me, and a tear slipped down my cheek as my emotions got the better of me.

“I love you,” I sobbed.

“I love you too,” he muttered back, pumping into me at the same pace. “You’re mine forever.”

“Yes. Yours,” I murmured, my mind slipping into a sex-drunk haze. I felt light as air as I came apart again, another orgasm rippling through me and spreading pleasure like wildfire.

“What do you want now?” Alex growled through the haze.

“Your cum. I want that.” I barely registered the words spilling from my lips; I was so high on him.

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