Page 78 of Undone, Love Times Three

“Hold on,” I do as he asks, pausing.

He loosens the tie and lets it fall. It catches on my collar bone and for a moment, he holds it there. Pulling it closer to my neck.

I look back over my shoulder at him. He watches me for a moment and must see the hesitancy in my eyes because he pulls the tie away and drops it to the floor beside us.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees and spread those thighs. I want to see your wet pussy.”

My heart skitters around my chest as I comply. Being dominated like this, by a stranger, is so hot. My calm acceptance is a surprise, but so far, he has made me feel comfortable and hasn’t pushed me too hard. Would he push me harder?

Placing one palm on the bed he leans forward. A finger strokes the crease beneath my ass cheek and runs inside between my thighs.

“So pink and swollen. Ready for me,” he scoops some of the wetness and presses it against my clit, making me moan. “This pussy is all mine tonight, isn’t it? Only mine.”

He grips me between the legs, tight enough that my eyes wince but it’s not hurting so much. The pleasure outweighs any pain.

“Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I whisper.

“Fuck, yes it is.” The head of his cock nudges me, rubbing back and forth. “Yes, you’re soaking my cock. So fucking wet. So delicious.” His cock moves away, the bed dips, and his tongue runs up the length of me.

I almost fall forward as he fucks me with his tongue. His hands are on my thighs, holding them wide open. The noises he is making are filthy but turning me on so much I can barely contain the climax building inside of me.

Reaching between my thighs, he cups me again, inserting one finger with his tongue, while another rubs my clit. That is all it takes for me to go over the edge, to fall onto my chest, my face pushing into the bed.

While I’m still in the throes of the orgasm, he climbs on the bed behind me, taking one of my breasts while he continues to rub me through the aftershock.

He presses forward and his cock slides between my thighs, pushing back and forth, getting friction from my thighs. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls me upright, so my back is pressed to his chest just as he thrusts inside of me.

My arms reach out, clawing at open air as an unexpected second orgasm rips through me. I need something to grasp onto, to squeeze my hands around.

“Fuck yes,” he murmurs in my ear, nipping at the lobe, then biting into my neck, forcing a high-pitched cry out of me. That will leave a mark, but I don’t care.

He moves back but only long enough to press his palm between my shoulder blades, forcing my lower body down onto the bed again. I grasp the sheets, almost tugging them loose and arch my back, pushing my ass up towards him.

“I’ve never been so fucking happy about ending up in a bar alone,” he moves one hand between us, grasping my ass. “You’re a fucking dream come true. So perfect. So wet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Yes,” I cry out. My mind scrambles to hold on to my sanity. My body comes undone, and stars burst behind my eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors dancing across my vision behind closed eyelids.

He rams into me, pushing me forward onto the bed. He moves, slowly at first, pushing in and out, his piercing scraping against the skin between my pussy and asshole every time he does.

He’s big, but he knows what he is doing with it. That thought shouldn’t bother me and I push it aside as he moves. Thrusting me forward as he pushes in harder, moves back, then forward again. I almost scream at the pleasure of it.

“Yes,” he growls. “You take me so good baby girl, so fucking good.”

“Ah,” I cry out as he moves faster, harder, slamming into me, gripping my hips so hard I’m sure he’ll leave bruises, but I don’t care.

His body falls over my back and he reaches around cupping my breasts as he pumps in and out.

“You’re everything,” he whispers in my ear. “Every fantasy I’ve ever had, from this hot, wet pussy, to these breasts. And your mouth.” He lifts a hand and presses his thumb against my lips. I open and suck it inside, making him groan and move faster.

“Yes, harder,” I cry out around the digit.

He complies, fucking into me harder, pressing his thumb down on my togue. My breasts are bouncing as he thrust into me, my hands gripping at the sheets, my head rolling from side to side as all coherent thought flies from my brain.

I’m going to come again. I’m panting, writhing, pushing back on him wantonly as he envelopes me with his whole body. He bites the skin between my neck and shoulder, and I lose it.

My body explodes. Everything from the tip of my toes to the roots of my hair shudders and shakes. It’s so powerful, I can’t even make a sound leave my throat.

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