Page 44 of Marking Micah

As her mind whirled, he unbuckled her ankles and spread her legs wide with rough hands, and god, she loved when he handled her like that. When she felt his warm breath between her thighs, she let out a sound that was half moan, half a kittenish mewling. She went hot all over, her hard little clit pulsing with need.

Yes. Please. I need you.

And as if he could read her mind, he stroked between her folds with his fingers on either side of her clit, and she didn’t know if she could keep herself from coming before he even touched that hard, needy nub of flesh, the center of all her desires simmering there. When he pressed a little harder, she went off like a rocket, her climax screaming through her, her body spasming with intense pleasure.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” she managed to get out.

“No, I made you come.Madeyou, and I fucking love it. And I’m gonna make you come a lot more. You’re gonna come so hard and so much for me, Micah. Forme. Tell me,” he demanded.

Ah, this man was making her head spin.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll come for you. Only for you.”

He used his fingers to spread her labia apart and went right in, his tongue darting out to touch the tip of her clit, then again, and again, teasing her until it hurt. Need built so quickly she was dizzy with it. Then he licked her clit in one long stroke after another, and pressed his thumbs into her pussy, spreading her hole open. She was shaking, pleasure shafting into her body like an electric current, jolt after jolt after jolt. And when he sucked her whole clit into his mouth and shoved his fingers inside her, she came again, sensation like dark thunder pounding through her body.

“Ah, god!”

He never stopped sucking, and before she could process what was happening, she was coming again, clenching around his fingers, her hips rising against his mouth. She came so hard it hurt, but the pain was so, so good.

He drew back to command, “Again. I’m not stopping, Micah. And you’re not, either, lovely girl.”

She drew in a deep breath before he bent his head and pushed his soft, wet tongue inside her and thrust, massaging herclit with his fingers, pinching it, pulling on it, drawing it out the same way he had her nipples. It hurt, and it felt so good, and desire built so damn fast, spiraled, exploded. Her body arched off the table as her orgasm tore through her, shattered her, her mind going blank. Unable to think; only to feel.

“Again,” he murmured with no less command in his tone.

This time he pressed his fingers inside her; she didn’t know how many, only that she was completely filled up. His mouth went back to her clit, and he sucked gently on the sore nub of flesh.

“Mmm, yes…”

He kept sucking, so delicately it was almost shocking, letting the need build slowly this time as he fucked her with gently surging fingers. Then he curved his fingers, hitting her g-spot, and he fucked her fast and hard, making that pressure build once more. One hand went to her nipple and pinched it so hard she yelped, and at the same time he sucked hard on her clit. Sensation overload hit her, her body, her mind, exploding. She screamed as she came. The scream turned into a deep guttural groaning as she squirted, her entire pelvic floor spasming along with her pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Arrow! Oh, god, oh god, oh god…”

She felt him shift and opened her eyes to see him standing over her, his dark gaze glittering in the dim light, his face torn with what looked like both need and satisfaction.

“Again,” he demanded, his tone low and rough.

“I don’t know…” she panted. “I can’t.”

“You can. You can do it for me. It’s your gift to me, Micah. Do it.”

As he spoke his fingers shafted deep and hard inside her.

“Unh!”

He worked her clit with his other hand, bent to take her nipple into his mouth and sucked. And God it hurt and it felt so damn good and she’d never felt anything like it.

She thought she’d be too worn out, but she started squirting again almost right away; she couldn’t have stopped it if she tried. Then as he bit into her nipple, she came, her body coming up off the table as she cried out.

“Yessssssss! Fuck! Please…”

She shook all over, like a violent earthquake going off inside her, and he wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her tight, kissing her neck, whispering to her as unexplained tears poured down her cheeks.

Somehow she was out of the cuffs and he was helping her to sit up on the table. She was vaguely aware of how wet the table was beneath her, but it didn’t seem to matter. Nothing did but this raw emotion that was sadness and love, hurt and coming, and she wasn’t sure what else.

He lifted her as she sobbed, sat down with her in his lap and wrapped a blanket over her shoulders. Then he just held her tight, stroking her cheek that was pressed against his chest. She cried for what felt like hours, huge, wracking sobs. She couldn’t stop.

At some point he made her drink some water, and by then her tears were quieter. She leaned her cheek into his chest, needing to hear his heartbeat through the soaked fabric of his t-shirt. She felt so safe. Safe enough to feel her fears, to allow them to come to the surface. To let it out.

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