Page 23 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 4

Blindly, I reached my arm out and grabbed one of the closet rungs as desire tore through me, shredding my nerve endings with powerful bursts of pleasure. I was a stick of dynamite that had been lit when Rhodes took the experience to a whole new level.

“Don’t fucking come!” he demanded as he adjusted one of my legs, lifting it up and over his shoulder, opening me fully to his perusal. “I want you coming on my dick not my tongue, but I’m not done,” he leisurely flicked my clit as his gaze trailed over my naked body then up to my face. “You hear me?”

I nodded, my breath sawing in and out of my body.

“Good girl,” he smiled salaciously and went to town on my pussy.

I had to bite down on my forearm in order to not scream as wave after wave of sheer bliss cascaded in every direction.

I pulled at his hair, trying to be good. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t escape it. I shook and rocked my hips as I moaned wantonly. It was filthy and so hot watching his pink tongue glide all over my glistening clit and swollen sex. It was carnal. It was raunchy. It was Rhodes, losing himself in me.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” I rocked my hips hard, forcing his tongue with more pressure against the tight bundle of nerves that could make me sing.

Rhodes pulled his head away and caught me when my legs could no longer hold me up. I fell directly on top of him. He was still in a white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, a large wet spot from his hard cock soaking the fabric near his waistband. I straddled his thighs and pulled his thick cock out. I didn’t even wait to remove his pants or his shirt before I got up on my knees, centered the wide head of his dick at my entrance and slammed home.

“Fuck!” he roared as I arched my entire body, coming instantly.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on as I rode him like a wild bucking bronco. I wanted him to feel every inch of pleasure he’d given me and then some.

“Jesus, fuck, yes!” He grated through clenched teeth, his hands clinging to my hips as he thrust up on my down strokes.

I rode him with everything I had in me. All the pent-up worry, fear, and anxiety coming out in a flurry of mind-blowing sex.

Before I could finish him off, he sat up, wrapped me in his arms, then kissed me as he rolled me underneath him. His tongue tangled with mine as one of his hands hiked my knee up and toward my arm pit. He ground his cock against my center, crushing my clit in the process.

Another orgasm coiled low in my pelvis, getting larger, almost ready to burst as he fucked me harder.

“God damn, I can’t get enough of you, Maia. I just want to keep fucking you,” he hissed, seemingly pained by continuing to hold off his own release.

I cupped his face, our lips knocking into one another as he pistoned into me.

“I’m going to come again,” I whispered. “I love you, Rhodes. I love you, baby.” I chanted as he curved his arms under my back, cupped my shoulders from underneath as I wrapped both of my legs and arms around him, holding him close.

“Fuck yeah, you’re going to come again. All over my cock, baby. You squeeze me so good. God, I fucking love you. Maia.” He jackhammered into me, his energy seemingly renewed by his admission. “You hear me…”

“I do. I hear you,” I took his mouth in a deep kiss as he swiveled his hips, the crown of his cock suddenly bumping against that special place deep inside me.

“I. Love. You.” He accentuated each word with a deep thrust against my g-spot.

I lost it. My entire body convulsed and locked down around him as I came and came hard.

Finally, he planted himself to the root and groaned into my mouth, his release spurting hotly inside of me.

We stayed on the floor, connected for a long time. So long his length softened and slid out of me. I was as limp as a cooked noodle, every one of my muscles having been overused. Sated didn’t even come close to the bliss I felt in that moment.

At some point, Rhodes placed a series of sweet kisses all over my face, down my neck, over each breast, and down my stomach. When he got to my sex, he spread my legs, butterflying them.

“I love seeing a part of me inside you,” he said with reverence. He teased my slit with a finger, sending little pinpricks of arousal zipping and zapping through my body once more. “Just looking at your cunt like this makes me hard all over again,” he grunted, palming his half hard cock.

It should be nasty, his words, and the way he played with me. Somehow it wasn’t. He stared and touched this part of meas though I was a treasured piece of art that he couldn’t help but put his hands on, or in this case,in meagain.

He licked his lips as he pushed two fingers deep. “I can still taste you on my tongue…”

I moaned, starting to get with the program. If he wanted to go for O number three, I could rally, even though my eyes were closing of their own accord.

I must have dozed off while he played, because the air changed, and I opened my eyes to find I was being carried from the closet to a huge king-sized bed.

“Do you want to sleep with a part of me inside you, or should I get a cloth?” he asked.

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