Page 42 of My Bloody Valentine

Maya’s lips part, and she takes the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking gently. The sensation is incredible, amplified by the cut I’d made, now throbbing. I feel her commitment, her longing to taste all of me.

“Ever since I had that truffle with your cum in it, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of having you in my mouth.” She looks up at me, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I want to make you come down my throat again, Adrian. I want to taste you like that.”

Her honesty sends a shockwave through me. I can’t hold back a guttural growl as I tighten my grip on her hair. “Then do it. Suck me dry, little critic.”

Maya takes me deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling, teasing, sending bolts of pleasure through me. Her technique is exquisite, combining gentle suction and deft tongue flicks. She moans softly around me, the vibrations sending me closer to the edge.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” she murmurs between kisses. “Tasting you, being bound by you. It’s consumed me.”

Her words fuel the fire, and I let out a sharp breath. “Show me how much you’ve wanted it. Take all of me.”

Maya’s eyes sparkle with desire as she takes me deeper, her nose nudging against the cut over my pubic bone. She swallows around me, and I feel the tight warmth of her throat. It’s too much, and I tug on her hair, pulling her off with a gasp. “Goddamn it, Maya. Stop teasing.”

She grins up at me, licking her lips. “Does it feel so good that you can’t take it?”

The vixen. “You know exactly how it feels.”

“Tell me.” Her eyes challenge mine. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Fuck, this woman. “It feels like I’m on fire. Like I can’t breathe unless I’m buried deep inside any orifice of yours.”

Her pupils dilate at my confession, and she licks her lips slowly, teasingly. “Is that what you want? To fuck my throat?”

“Yes,” I growl. “I want to hear you gag on me. I want to feel your throat constrict around me as you swallow my come.”

Maya’s eyes flash with desire. She takes me into her mouth again, her suction insistent, her tongue swirling. She hums, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I feel myself getting closer to the edge, each stroke of her tongue drawing me nearer.

“Fuck, Maya. I’m close.” My voice is hoarse, raw. “I’m gonna come down your throat, just like you wanted.”

Her moan vibrates around me, and she sucks harder, eager for my release.

I explode into her mouth, groaning as she swallows around me, milking me dry. The pleasure is blinding, my body shuddering as I fill her mouth with my essence.

I pull out of her mouth, but my cock is still rock hard, throbbing with need. That mouth of hers is a distraction, a dangerous one. But now, I want to be inside her, feel her tightness around me.

She looks up at me, licking her lips, her eyes wild. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this, ruined for me. I swear I can see the addiction in her eyes, mirroring my own.

“I need to be inside your cunt,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Now.”

Without waiting for a response, I grab her hips and lift her up, positioning her against the wall. The ropes binding her thighs to her calves leave marks, a stark contrast to the lashingfading on her porcelain skin. She’s so wet, I can see her juices glistening, and the sight drives me wild.

I keep a firm hold of her as I thrust into her, not bothering with gentleness. She’s so fucking tight, and the sensation almost undoes me. I hold her steady, burying myself to the hilt, feeling every inch of her.

Maya cries out, her head falling back, exposing the long, pale column of her throat, the mark I left there urging me on. Her hands find their way around my neck, seeking purchase as I begin to move, each thrust deliberate and deep.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my voice harsh in the quiet room. “Your body was made for mine.”

She moans, her walls clenching around me. “Yes... Adrian... right there.”

Hearing my name from her lips sends a sharp spike of pleasure through me. I lean down, capturing a hard nipple between my teeth, tugging gently as I continue to thrust.

Maya’s head falls back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps as I hit her sweet spot repeatedly. Her juices drip down my shaft, lubricating each stroke. She feels incredible.

Tightening my grip on her hips, I adjust my angle, going deeper, seeking the very core of her. Her eyes fly open, a flash of surprise in their dark depths before she throws her head back again, a hoarse sound escaping her.

“There you are,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “That’s it, let me hear you.”

She comes undone around me, her body trembling, her inner walls pulsating. It’s too much, and I follow her over the edge, my release rushing through me with a force that takes my breath away.

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