Page 19 of Unhinged

He groaned instantly, and I braced a hand on the wall, steadying myself as I let the feeling andsensations of him licking and sucking at my cunt take over my consciousness. He dragged his tongue over my clit, down to my pussy hole, and teased around the opening before pushing it in. I felt myself clench around him, but he was back at my clit before he could thoroughly fuck me with his mouth.

The moans that came from me should have been embarrassing, but they seemed to turn him on as he snarled and ordered me to grind my “little slit” all over his face.

And of course, I did just that.

“Suffocate me with this delicious cunt. Rub all this wetness on my cheeks and chin.”

I rolled my hips, popped my ass out, and bounced on his face until I felt my orgasm rise. “God, yes.”

“There's no God here, little girl.” He bit at my clit, and that spike of pain made me come so damn hard I tipped my head back and cried out so lost in the depraved ecstasy that, if not for my hand on the wall steadying me, I would have toppled over.

When I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, I slid off his body and rolled to the side to lay on my back on the bed. He gave me a few minutes to catch my breath and let my consciousness slowly sink back into my body before I felt him shifting next to me.

“Take these fucking restraints off so I can fuck you.”

I pushed up, stared into his eyes, and slowly grinned. “And if I don’t?” There was something that flashed in those bottomless pits a second before he pulled at the rope with his arms, his muscles bulging, and then there was a crack as the knots came free of the headboard. The wood split, severed, and he was free.

I gasped and moved back, not sure if he was going to fuck me nice or fuck me like the psycho he was.

He didn’t make me wait long as he got off the bed, got rid of the rope, and grabbed his cock, pointing the pre-cum glistening tip right at me.

“If you would have been a good girl and let me go, I wouldn't have to make you suffer before I fuck you,” he whispered. “But alas….”

Oh God… why did that turn me on in the most fucked-up way?

11

ROMAN

“How do you want it?” I had never been so hard in my life. But it seemed Isla had cast a spell over me.

I was hard as steel, pre-cum a steady bead at the tip of my cock and sliding down the underside of my length. I used it as lube as I stared at Isla and cocked an eyebrow when she didn’t obey me right away.

My balls were heavy and drawn up, so damn ready to explode with how much jizz was inside of them. I wanted to fill her up and watch my cum slip out from her cunt andsoak the sheets.

Although I asked her the question, I wasn't giving her an option. She’d take it any way I wanted to give it to her. And maybe she knewthat because she didn’t speak, just got on her knees and placed her palms flat on her bare thighs.

I tore off the rest of my clothes and walked toward her. I wanted to feel her warm, smooth skin against mine. I salivated at the sight of Isla, so ready to do what I wanted. My cock leaked with arousal at the memory of her cutting me and then licking me clean.

I took just a second to appreciate how gorgeous her body was. She was tall for a woman, with long, lithe legs. Her breasts were on the smaller size, but they were perfect with her dark pink nipples that were hard and ready for my teeth.

“Spread your legs. Let me see that cunt.”

She shifted and parted her thighs. And then I was staring at the sweet spot between her legs. Her pussy was covered with a trimmed thatch of black hair, her lips already glossy from being soaked for me and coating her inner thighs.

Christ, I could’ve gotten off just from staring at her.

Her gaze latched onto my thick length, her eyes big as she watched me jerk my enormous dick.I stroked myself from root to tip, twisted my palm to smear the pre-cum along the crown before draggingmy hand back down to the base. I was ridiculously close to spewing cum all over the floor.

I squeezed the base of my cock and stroked my hand up, pushing out another copious amount of cum. I let that bead drip to the floor and pointed to it. “Get down here and lick that clean.”

She only hesitated a second before getting off the bed and, on all fours, straddled those droplets of cum that made a nice pool for her to clean up.

“Do what I said like my good little psychotic whore, baby.” She leaned forward, her upper body damn near touching the floor, her ass in the air, and her pink, tiny tongue dragging all over the floor as she swiped up the mess I made.

I growled, and she rose from her hands and knees.

I pushed another drop of pre-cum to the slit at the crown. “Now lick my cock clean.” I stayed silent and watched her as she leaned back and sat there, face tilted up as she looked at me.

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