Page 73 of My Bloody Valentine

“Please,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“No.” I slide my free hand up her thigh, squeezing just hard enough to bruise. “You’re here to warm my cock, nothing more. Unless you’d rather I stop altogether?”

Maya shakes her head frantically. “No, I’ll be good.”

“Will you?” I trace my fingers higher, ghosting where she’s desperate for touch. “Because your body is telling me otherwise. I can feel how badly you want to move.”

She bites her lip, trying to suppress another whimper. Her inner walls pulse around me, betraying her growing need.

“That’s it,” I murmur, enjoying her struggle. “Fight against those urges. Show me how well you can control yourself.”

My own restraint is tested as she clenches around me again, her body instinctively seeking more friction. But I won’t give in. This is about control—hers and mine.

“Adrian,” she pleads, voice breaking.

“Shhh.” I press my thumb against her lips. “Focus on staying still. Show me you deserve more.”

As I feed each truffle, Maya battles her yearning to move against me. Her pulse flutters under my lips as I breathe her in. Each soft whimper sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, but I hold back, savoring her self-restraint.

The final truffle rests on her tongue like a promise. She holds it there, delaying the inevitable.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I brush her lower lip with my thumb. “Or is there something else you’re craving instead?”

Maya’s eyes flutter shut as she swallows, emitting a soft moan. Her body shudders above me, held perfectly still by sheer force of will.

“I know what you need.” With a gentle touch, I ease her off me, her pussy lips clinging to my cock as I withdraw.

I guide her onto the chair I’d been sitting on, pushing her back against the soft leather. The urge to consume her is all-encompassing. I want to brand her, mark her as my territory. Her skin will be a canvas for the artwork of our lust, a permanent display of my possession.

Her naked breasts rise and fall with rapid breath as I secure her wrists to the chair’s arms. Her thighs part willingly, and I tie each ankle to the opposite arm, leaving her exposed and bound. My beautiful critic laid bare for my devouring.

I take a moment to admire my handiwork—her porcelain skin wrapped in rope and her swollen lips parted in anticipation. Needing no further invitation, I lower my head between her thighs.

I taste her arousal with a gentle lick, savoring her delicate flavor. She gasps, her hips lifting off the chair as I swirl my tongue, seeking the places that make her squirm.

“It’s my turn to feast now,” I murmur between laps of her silken folds. “Time for you to let go and let me taste what I do to you.”

Maya’s soft whimpers fill the room as my tongue dances over her sensitive clit. I take my time, leaving no inch of her untouched by my lips and teeth and tongue, savoring her arousal in all its complexity.

Her thighs tense against the bonds as I delve deeper, my fingers joining the dance as I slip two digits inside her heat. She clenches around me, riding the waves of pleasure I orchestrate. Her body is my instrument, and I play her beautifully.

“Please...” she begs, voice hoarse, “I need... more.”

I chuckle. “Your begging is beautiful,” I praise. “Now, tell me exactly what you want from me.”

“Your fingers... deeper,” she pants, rocking her hips against my invading digits. “And... and your mouth. Suck me, Adrian.”

I curl my tongue around her swollen clit, sucking gently as I work a third finger inside her. Her inner walls clench greedily around me, rippling with each fast-approaching wave of pleasure.

“That’s it, beautiful,” I encourage, flicking my tongue. “Come all over my face. Let me taste your release.”

She comes apart around my tongue, her sweetness flooding my mouth. Her body arches, helpless in its surrender as I coax every tremor from her. Her climax pulses against my lips, each throb another note in the symphony of her surrender.

My cock throbs, aching for release. I need to be inside my girl, immersed in her warmth. She’s gorgeous like this, sated and vulnerable, and she’s all mine.

Her breathless pleas echo off the walls. “Please, Adrian. I need you inside me.”

I crave the sight of my cock disappearing inside her tightness, the feel of her walls squeezing me like a velvet glove. This exquisite woman… she belongs to me now.

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