Page 79 of The Misfit

I whimper as he slides the thong to the side, his fingers exploring my slick folds. When he presses two fingers inside me, I cry out, my hips bucking back against his hand.

“So tight,” he groans. “You’re going to feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”

Lee works me open with his fingers, stretching and preparing me. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. Just when I think I might shatter, he withdraws his hand.

“Please,” I whine, pressing my hips back against him.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothes, positioning himself at my entrance. “Ready?”

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Lee grips my hip with one hand as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch burns, but in the most delicious way. I pant against the wall as he fills me completely, pausing to let me adjust.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Lee groans, his forehead resting against my shoulder. “So tight and hot and perfect.”

He starts to move with slow, deep thrusts that have me gasping.

Lee’s hips snap forward, driving into me with increasing urgency. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled gasps and moans fill the room. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as he pounds into me.

“Mine,” he growls against my neck, punctuating each thrust with the word. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I’ve never felt so utterly claimed, so completely owned. It should scare me, but instead, it makes me feel safe and cherished.

“Yours,” I whimper, pressing back to meet his thrusts. “All yours, Lee.”

He groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment before picking up speed. One hand slides around to rub tight circles on my clit, and I cry out at the added stimulation.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Lee murmurs. “Let me hear you. Let everyone at that fucking gala hear who you belong to.”

The coil of pleasure in my belly winds tighter and tighter. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Lee seems to sense it, his fingers working faster against my clit as his thrusts become more erratic. “Come for me, Salem,” he commands. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words push me over the edge. I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me, my inner walls clenching around Lee’s cock. He groans, burying his face in my neck as he follows me over, spilling himself deep inside me with a few final, powerful thrusts.

We stay like that for a long moment, panting and trembling against each other. Lee’s arms wrap around my waist, holding me close as we both come down from our high. I can feel his heart pounding against my back, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

Eventually, Lee eases out of me, then he lifts the belt off the light, rotates me like a jewelry box ballerina, and hangs the belt again. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I gulp, unsure of what else he could be doing, the post-orgasm bliss receding. “What…”

When he drops to his knees, shoves my thighs apart, and dives in, I gasp and clamp my thighs around his face. “You can’t.”

With my arms suspended, I don’t have the leverage to keep my legs this way, so it’s all too easy for him to push them open again and lap at my clit. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I want him inside me, and he surely has to be licking his own cum right now, as I can feel it dripping down my thigh.

Lee’s tongue circles my sensitive clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I struggle against the belt binding my wrists, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The overstimulation is almost too much to bear, but the building pleasure is intoxicating.

“Lee,” I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. “It’s too much. I can’t?—”

He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You can, and you will,” he growls. “I want to taste every drop of our combined pleasure. I want to make you come on my tongue.”

Before I can protest further, he dives back in, his tongue delving deep inside me before returning to my clit. One hand grips my thigh, holding me open for his assault, while the other slides up to pinch and roll my nipple.

The dual sensations have me writhing against the wall, my legs trembling as they struggle to support my weight. Lee’s earlier possessiveness seems to have only intensified. He devours me like a starving man at a feast, growling and moaning against my flesh.

Despite my earlier protests, I find myself racing toward another climax. The wet sounds of Lee’s mouth on me, combined with his appreciative groans, fill the room. I’m grateful the loud music from the gala masks our activities.

“That’s it, baby,” Lee murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “Give me another one. Let me feel you come on my tongue.”

His words send a shiver through me. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of bliss. When Lee sucks hard on my clit and slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, I shatter.

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