Page 19 of The Emperor's Concubine

“Do you want me to stick my fingers inside of you?”

“Yes, please,” she answered breathlessly.

“And I want to do that to you too.” When he bent his head to place a kiss against her trimmed cunt, Callie thought she’d climax right then and there. The anticipation was nearly too much for her to take. “You have a pretty pussy, Calliope. I wonder if it will taste as good as it looks and smells.”

Her eyes opened. “Well, there’s one way to find out,” she challenged, not knowing where she’d gotten the courage to say that to him.

“There is indeed, flower.” Settling himself between her thighs until he was eye level with her pussy, he slipped two thick digits into her waiting channel.

Callie gasped with pleasure, lifting her hips at the wondrous ministrations of his fingers. When his tongue brushed against her clit, she moaned and wiggled more fervently.

Blaze belted out that wonderful guttural laugh of his. “Hold still, my flower. I know you’re eager, just give me this.” He captured her clit in his mouth, sucking gently.

“Blaze, that feels so good,” she sighed.

A sultry wave of passion tore through her. She moaned raking her fingers over his broad, muscled shoulders. As he sucked her hot throbbing button, he eased his fingers in and out of her. She moved against them, delirious with desire.

He made grunting noises as he feasted on her cunt, as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste. Blaze licked, nibbled and slurped, for what seemed like hours, but she knew it couldn’t have been that long. Afterwards, he licked her with long broad strokes, removing dew soaked fingers. There wasn’t a part of her pussy he didn’t explore, running his questing tongue from her clit to the crack of her ass. He circled the tight, puckered hole, then licked her all over again.

Callie couldn’t recall a time when she’d had her pussy eaten so thoroughly. She felt like a smorgasbord spread out for his consumption, and she loved it.

She was just on the edge of reaching her peak when he lifted his head. “I can’t hold off any longer. I need to be inside of you now.”

Callie shook with eagerness. This is what she’d been waiting for since she’d first freed his cock. She wanted to feel that thick shaft slamming into her body and filling her.

Blaze pushed himself to his knees, and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Part yourself for me, Calliope,” he whispered hoarsely.

Slipping her hands between her legs, she separated her outer labia to accept his entrance. She was already dripping from the sensational things he’d done with his mouth and fingers.

He pushed the thick mushroomed shaped cock head into her and paused.

“More!” she demanded, raising her hips to receive his entire length.

He seemed bent on taking things slow however. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, a satisfied expression on his face. “Give me a minute, my flower. Let me enjoy how good you feel and how wet you are for me.”

If she had the strength, she’d flip him over and impale herself on his cock. She wanted him so badly she could yell.

As though sensing her need, Blaze finally slid into her slowly, an inch at a time. “Ah,” he groaned.

Blaze kept pushing until he was balls deep inside of her. He leaned over her, his arms holding him braced, as he gently began to move inside of her.

Callie loved the feeling of being deliciously stretched by this powerful man. His cock was thick and long, but she was so incredibly wet that Blaze was able to slide into her with no problem. She bit her lip trying not to shout, because that would be the ultimate in surrender. She wanted to hang onto her last shred of pride, but it grew harder as more time passed.

“This pussy is so tight around my cock. It’s almost like it was made especially for me. I was crazy to think I could do without this, and now that I know exactly what I’m missing, I’ll not letyou deny me again,” he grumbled, all while pushing in and out of her hot hole.

His possessiveness had caused her to stiffen momentarily, but her indignation quickly fled with each thrust of his pole. She ran her nails down his back in the heat of passion, accidentally tearing his flesh.

He grunted.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized.

“No need to apologize. I like it. Don’t hold back with me. I want all you have to give. Moan for me, Calliope.”

“Oh, Blaze,” she moaned on command.

“Yes, that’s what I want to hear. Scream for me.”

“Blaze!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, giving herself permission to let loose.

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