Page 27 of The Tower

He only gives me a few moments before he takes control again, plunging his length inside my mouth. He fucks my throat relentlessly, using me for his pleasure while my right hand travels down to my lap.

He notices with a loud and approving groan, continuing to piston forward as I try my best to pleasure with just my lips while my tongue glides along the underside of his shaft, evoking little spasms of pleasure as I touch upon particularly sensitive spots.

I'm surprised when he lets go of my head and leaves me waiting on my knees, taking a step back so I can finally see the shadows dancing across the valleys of his strong muscles, outlined by the moonlight that finds its way through the gaps between the closed curtains.

Stroking his rock-hard length with one hand, he offers the other to help me get up on my feet. I take it, struggling to balance on my way up.

But I'm not standing on my feet for long.

He guides me toward the bed, gently pushing me to take a few steps backward until the back of my knees meet the edge of the bed, bending on instinct as I sit down on the soft mattress.

He leans forward and pushes me down on my back, climbing on top of me. Pinning me down with the weight of his body, he’s careful to spare my left side and my shoulder in particular.

His lips are on mine within seconds, claiming me with voracious force. I start writhing beneath him but can hardly move because he keeps me in place with his entire body. He is so big and strong—it's incredibly sexy.

I can feel the effect I have on him pressing against my inner thigh. My right arm rises to embrace him, but he quickly grabs my wrist and pushes it down on the mattress above my head. I am completely at his mercy. He pins my arm down with one hand while his other traces along the side of my body, exploring every curve and every edge.

I quiver when he reaches the hem of the hoodie and starts to push it up. His motion is so intrusive yet so welcome. His hand wanders farther up, soon reaching my hip. I moan even though his hand is still nowhere near my center. His touch is electric, so strong yet so sensual.

Soon, his skillful fingers find their way to my exposed core. It comes as a natural instinct for me to protest, and I find myself closing my legs, which is a futile effort because he has me in a tight lock.

"No!" he protests, pushing me back in place.

He leans over me, his face so close to mine that our noses almost touch.

"I have to get a taste of you," he hisses. "You know that, right?"

I stare up at him with wide eyes, feeling the heat as my cheeks blush in embarrassment. He looks at me with expectation.

I nod in silence as if I was giving him official permission to continue. He groans, sounding deeply satisfied as he moves lower.

I close my eyes, confused and embarrassed about my arousal. I am sure he can tell, and if not, he will be able to tell as soon as he puts his hands where I think he is headed.

"Fucking beautiful," he comments, stroking along the inner side of my thighs, pushing my legs apart.

I moan and squirm when he leans forward, now following the same path as his hands with his tongue until he reaches my center. When he pauses, I know he is looking up at me, observing my reactions, but I don't dare look at him, keeping my eyes closed.

A deeply contented groan accompanies his motions as he moves closer to my center, running along the outer edge of my labia before he closes in on my entrance.

I shriek with pleasure and arch my back when his tongue finds my clit. He draws little circles around it at first, then sucks on it, starting with gentle pressure until his motions become more greedy.

"Oh my God..." I exclaim, breathing desperately and spreading my legs even farther, inviting him in. I hear a little chuckle, but he doesn't stop for even a moment. He is so into it, so attentive and hungry for me. It feels as if he feeds on my pleasure, only wanting to please me even more with every minute that passes.

I can feel my climax approaching. Too soon.

Our kiss has left me in such an elevated state that it's impossible to hold back.

"I am going to come!" It was supposed to be a warning for him to stop, but instead, I hear an approving groan.

"Then come," he urges. "I want you to!"

I heave a deep sigh when he intensifies his efforts. It feels too good, too intense. My pleasure increases with every twist of his skillful tongue, driving me insane as waves of bliss travel through my core.

He sends me over the edge by adding a finger, pushing it inside me while he presses down on my mound with the other hand.

The sensation is too much. A blinding thrill takes hold of me when my orgasm unfolds. I squirm and arch, pushed in place by his strong hands while his tongue continues to prolong my overwhelming release.

I welcome the ecstasy he's granting me, relishing a feeling that has become so foreign to me over the past few days. Nothing but bliss and beauty, an elevation that makes it feel like I'm floating but without being tied to a stranger's chest with the city far below me.

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