Page 288 of Well Played

Tarak continues, the rhythmic pattern of his strikes echoing through the air, and each new impact sends a fierce jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel the heat radiating from my skin, the sting of each blow blending seamlessly with the intoxicating rush of arousal that floods my senses.

Despite the overwhelming urge to give in to the pleasure building within me, I fight to maintain control, to hold on to the last shreds of my resolve. My inner thighs are slick with desire, my body trembling with the effort to resist the overwhelming wave of ecstasy threatening to consume me.

But as Tarak’s relentless assault continues, driving me higher and higher towards the edge, I can feel the spark of my impending orgasm igniting deep within me. My thoughts are scattered, lost in a whirlwind of sensation, but through the haze, one thing remains clear—I’m teetering on the brink of ecstasy, my body primed and ready to succumb to the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.

After what feels like an eternity, Tarak finally ceases the flogging, and I release a long, shuddering breath. My body feels tender and electrified, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation as he moves between my legs.

His fingers find my core, and I can’t help but clench around him, a whimper escaping my lips as he leisurely pumps two fingers in and out of me. I’m so close to the edge that tears form on my lower lashes, my entire being consumed by the overwhelming need for release.

“On your back now. Heels against your ass. And let those stunning thighs spread,” he commands, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I comply, feeling dazed but undeniably aroused, my breath catching in my throat as he positions my body exactly as he instructed when I don’t move fast enough for his liking.

“Now, I want you to promise me something,” he growls, his gaze penetrating, intense.

“What is it?” I gasp, suddenly nervous, unsure of what he’s about to ask of me.

“That you’ll take whatever I give you and be grateful for every second of it. Do you promise?” His tone is demanding, authoritative, leaving no room for hesitation.

Reluctantly, I agree, my heart pounding as I realise the gravity of my promise.

He stares at me, his eyes boring into my soul, as if searching for any hint of doubt in my words. Then, with a feral grin that sends a shiver down my spine, he surges forward, driving his tongue against me in one long, slow lick. I cry out, my body arching off the bench in response to the overwhelming sensation.

Oh, fuck. I don’t stand a chance.

“Are you sure you want this, princess?” Tarak asks, pulling back with a wicked grin on his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until you’re begging for more.”

Without waiting for an answer, he lowers his head to my throbbing pussy, his warm breath making goosebumps erupt allover my body as he swipes his tongue the length of my dripping wet cunt once more.

I gasp, my body arching off the bench in response to the intense pleasure coursing through me. Tarak’s hands press firmly on my thighs, keeping me spread wide for him, as his tongue continues its relentless assault, teasing and torturing me with every lick, every flick.

The sensation is maddening, driving me to the brink of ecstasy with each tantalising stroke. I can’t take it anymore; the need for him inside me is overwhelming.

“Tarak, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with desire, the urgency of my plea echoing in the air.

He pauses, pulling back to look up at me with a wicked grin, his eyes ablaze with satisfaction. “You’re begging already, princess?” he taunts, his voice laced with amusement.

I nod hastily, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of witnessing my vulnerability. But instead of boasting, he simply chuckles, shakes his head, and returns to his task with renewed fervour, his determination to push me to the edge evident in every expert movement.

Fucking hell, his mouth on me feelsnothinglike my vibrator.

His tongue revisits my swollen pussy, darting in and out of my folds and teasing my clit with a feather-soft touch. Delicious warmth spreads through me, and I know I’m close.

“Fuck, Tarak, please,” I plead, my voice shaking with wanton desperation.

He smirks, a devilish glint in his eyes, and then plunges his tongue deep inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out, my hips bucking violently against his face.

“That’s it, you freakin’ slut,” he growls, his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through me. “Beg for it, you dirty little whore.”

I can’t help but comply, my body craving the praise and the dirty talk. I arch my back and thrust myself against his face, moaning his name over and over.

Tarak continues his relentless assault, torturing me with his skilled tongue and wicked fingers. A second orgasm builds inside me, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a force of nature.

Then, without warning, he stops, pulling back and grinning wickedly.

“You’re mine now, princess. And I will take you any way I want, whenever I want. You understand?”

I nod hastily, my body quivering with anticipation.

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