Page 55 of Black Velvet

I close my eyes and lean forward, inhaling his scent before my tongue meets his skin. I follow the outlines of his ripped torso as I drag it along, a hint of salt playing at my taste buds. I sink down to my knees in a slow and gradual descent, never leaving the connection with his toned body until I reach the waistband of his suit pants and my chin collides with his hardness.

I look up at him, a mischievous smile tugging on my lips as I begin to fondle the buckle of his slim belt. He watches me, smirking as I fiddle clumsily, struggling to free his erection as neither the belt nor the zipper of his pants are playing along with my uncoordinated movements. Impatience gets the better of me, causing me to hurry when I shouldn't and only worsening the delay. He is visibly amused at my misguided attempts, but sighs with relief just as much as I do when I finally manage to pull down his pants and reveal his hardness right in front of my face.

I let the pants slide down his legs, paying no further attention to them as my eyes are fixated on his impressive girth. I don't wait for a command or permission to touch him, but reach forward on my own accord, wrapping my slim fingers around his size. An awed sigh escapes my lips as I feel his length again, unable to imagine what it must feel like inside me. He is gigantic, his tip about half the size of my fist. It's glistening with precum, a telltale sign that I'm not the only one who is tortured by anticipation.

He doesn't stop me when I lean forward, my fingers gliding down his length as I replace them with my lips. A groan comes from deep within his chest and he cocks his hips, thrusting forward while I struggle to take him in. My lips wrap around his glistening tip, slowly moving forward until I have swallowed it whole, using my tongue to tease the lower side of his shaft. I'm taking it slow, savoring every inch, pausing and teasing, making sure I drive him just as insane as he did me. He's trembling, fighting to hold back, when I feel his urge to grab a fistful of my hair and fuck my poor throat in brute thrusts.

We move toward each other, his pelvis leaning into me while I choke on his massive size. There's no way I can take all of him, but I'm disappointed to see how little I manage. I've often been praised for my blowjob skills, but his cock brings me stretched to my limits.

I suppress a gag reflex when his large tip is pressed against the back of my throat, still leaving about half of his length uncovered. I leave my fingers wrapped around him, the tips barely touching when I apply pressure, using all my strength. The moan that departs his lips is all the approval I need before I allow myself to retreat. I am trained at breathing normally while having a cock pushed down my throat, but it's hard to hide the effort before him. I try to hide my exhaustion by fully withdrawing, sucking and licking on his round tip while I discreetly fill my lungs with much-needed air.

I use my second hand to cover his entire length, wrapping my fingers around him as good as I can while I stroke him with a strong but calm force, tasting the tip of his member with relish. I can feel him shaking, his muscled legs tensing up as his hands turn into fists right next to me. A smile mixes in between my toying with his length when I'm overrun with a rush of power.

I jerk in surprise when I feel his hands on my shoulders, pushing me away from him while simultaneously stepping out of his pants. I can barely cast him a confused look before he's down on his knees, joining me at eye level and forcing me to let go of him.

Before I can begin to understand what's going on, his lips meet mine again, sealing another kiss that tosses all questions aside. Our kiss is gentle at first, but turns into a ravenous assault within moments. My heart is racing, fueled by his touch, his hot lips colliding with mine again and again while our tongues intertwine with greedy urgency.

"You've been a bad girl," he hisses between our kisses, his lips barely leaving mine as he speaks.

I want to protest, but am robbed of my breath when he pushes me back, once again forcing me to lie down on the black carpet. I squirm beneath him while he pins me down with his body just like he did before. But he's naked this time, his massive erection poking against my belly while he moves my hands above my head, joining my wrists and keeping them in place with one hand while the other travels along my body.

"Fuck me," I beg, trying to catch his eyes with mine.

To my disappointment, he shakes his head, averting my gaze while he skims along the side of my waist down to my hips, following the outline of my pelvic bone.

"Not yet," he whispers, his voice heavy with dark foreboding. "You will come for me first."

My eyes widen in shock. No! He can't do this to me!

Yet he is. I jolt in his hold when he reaches my center, parting my lips with two fingers while a third crushes against my swollen nub. I'm so sensitive, so erect with excitement that even this short touch sends a blitz through my core that feels like a rapture of bliss right then and there.

"No!" I protest, trying to close my legs, but he blocks me with his knees.

"Yes!" he objects. "Fight me and I'm out of here."

His warning comes with a harsh look, his eyebrows creasing as he fixates me. "Do you understand?"

I scoff, which he regards with an arched eyebrow. "I'm serious, Elene. You're not the one in charge."

Yes, I am. Or at least I was a minute ago, when he was trembling under my hands. I nod helplessly, moaning in agony as he continues to massage my clit just the right way.

Fuck, why does he have to be so good at this?

"Stay," he hisses, confusing me yet again when he lets go of my hands, hovering over me for a second to see whether I will obey and leave my wrists just where he put them. Of course I do, as hard as it may be. I don't move, not even when he trails down, cupping my breasts with both of his hands, and not even when he takes my left nipple between his lips, sucking on it and nibbling on the sensitive skin while kneading my tits.

I arch my back, leaning into his teasing as he grows more violent. He's assaulting my body with such vicious need that it feels like an attack, as if he were eating me alive, savoring me like a meal he has been waiting on for far too long. His nibbling turns into bites, digging into my sensitive nipples while I yelp in pain blended with ecstasy. It's the first time he ever inflicted physical agony on me, but he's doing it so fucking well by pushing just the right buttons and knowing just how to crush me.

I'm nothing more than a shivering mess with glassy eyes when he lets go of my tortured tits, crawling along my body, leaving bites and kisses on my pale skin until he reaches my mound. I hold my breath while he pauses, his eyes moving up to mine and staying there while he kisses my hot lips. I'm having trouble focusing, my vision impaired by the light from above and the daze he put me in. A suppressed shriek fills the room when his tongue collides with my throbbing clit. He slides and twirls around my most sensitive spot, wet and hot from all the teasing before.

"Come."

His command vibrates close to my core, accompanied by hot breath that sends me over the edge. Overwhelming sensation casts aside all other emotions, bringing me into a state so far away that I doubt the reality of what is happening to me.

A single tear rolls down my cheek when a bitter realization blends with the delight he's giving me.

During my climax, no matter how intense it may be, I'm clenching around agonizing emptiness.

Chapter 33

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