Page 54 of Lust

Lightning fast, I grab her waist and spin her, pinning her against the counter and trapping her hand between our bodies. Her eyes widen in shock as I cup her throat.

“Be absolutely sure this is what you want, Sydney. I won’t go easy on you. This is not like before.”

She fucking licks her lips, and just as she did the first night we fucked her, she says, “I’m ready.”

“We’ll fucking see,” I reply, moving back enough to unwrap her hand from my cock, then I bend and throw her over my shoulder.

“What the f—” she squeals, cutting off sharply as I slap her arse.

“Oh, Sydney, you might regret teasing this beast. And cursing too. How far you have fallen,” I tell her, carrying her to the bedroom while she squirms in my hold.

I collect a few things, placing them on the bedside table out of view, before dropping her to the bed. I keep her attention on me by slipping my joggers off and allowing my cock to spring free. Then I drag her down the bed by her legs, until they are hanging off the end, and remove her leggings and underwear before spreading her legs wide.

“Look at this slick pussy waiting for my cock.” I trail a finger through her folds and watch as her back arches at the touch. “So desperate to be filled,” I say, swirling my finger through herjuices, then I dip lower, brushing over her arse and circling my finger there as she prepares to protest.

“Rom—”

“No. I warned you. Now you will accept what’s coming.” I continue my teasing of her tight hole, knowing she’ll get on board soon enough. She’ll be so drunk on lust, she won’t be able to deny me. And just to prove myself right, I apply a little pressure, gauging her reaction. “Breathe, Sydney,” I croon as the tip of my finger pushes past the first tight ring of muscle. I crouch and swipe my tongue up her slit.

“Oh,” she moans, her lips forming a perfect O.

“That’s it,” I praise, gripping my cock firmly before diving back in for another taste. With her entirely focused on the pleasure I’m delivering to her with my tongue, I slide my finger in another inch, then another, up to my knuckle. I keep going, circling her clit, working her up, until she’s teetering on the edge. Then I stop everything, slowly pulling my finger from her arse as she mewls at the loss of her orgasm. She even has the audacity to reach for her pussy, to finish herself off.

“Nah-uh, your orgasms are mine. Try it again and I’ll keep you riding that edge all day,” I tell her, and I mean it. I’m a fucking master at edging. I keep her waiting in pained anticipation for a couple more minutes before resuming my ministrations, only to stop again, and again, denying her each time.

She’s a writhing, sweaty mess as I rise to look over her, to look at the beautiful, desperate woman laid out before me.

“Roman, please. I need to come. Please let me come,” she begs, gripping the bed covers and trying to close her legs to ease that deep ache I know she’s feeling. It’s an ache that can drive you wild with need.

I push her legs apart and step between them, running the tip of my finger the length of her cunt as I lean over, bringing myface an inch from hers. “I like you begging, Sydney. But let’s see how far you can go. I want you out of your fucking mind with the need to come, to feel me inside you, fucking you.”

“Yes,” she moans, arching her back, seeking friction as my cock brushes against her entrance. Her eyes find mine, and I see her submission.

I kiss her, stealing her breath, then I whisper, “Are you on birth control, Sydney?” I trace kisses and nips along her jaw, down her neck, pushing her top up as I go, pulling the cups of her bra down to reveal her breasts. “Sydney?” I press, then flick my tongue over a nipple.

“Er…yes, erm, the pill.”

“Good, ’cause I’m going to fuck you bare.” I suck her nipple, then release it with a pop. “But first…” I step away for a second, collecting what I left on the bedside table earlier. Her eyes widen, pupils blown, as she sees the anal beads I’m holding. “Hmm, a little bit of fear. I like that.” I lower it to her pussy, letting the tip glide through her lips and over her clit. Her eyes remain on me the whole time, and my dick aches as she whimpers.

I’m tempted to see if Sydney likes a little bite of pain with her pleasure, but I’m already hanging on by a thread and so is she. I snatch up the tube I dropped on the bed, coating the length of the anal beads in lube. Then I press it to her puckered hole. I feel her tense. “Eyes on me, Sydney. Relax, don’t fight it.”

Applying more pressure, I circle her clit with my thumb. I feel the moment she relaxes, letting me in completely as the beads slide in past the first two. I keep up the rubbing of her clit as I ease the beads the rest of the way in.

“Holy shit, Roman,” she groans. Then she says something I wasn’t expecting, although I shouldn’t be too surprised as she’s slowly been letting herself go more. “Fuck me. I…I want you to fuck me, Roman.”

“With fucking pleasure.” Removing my thumb from her clit, I press it to her lips. “Suck,” I order, and she does without so much as a second’s hesitation. As she swirls her tongue around the tip, I drive into her in a single thrust. Her teeth clamp around my thumb, just enough to hurt, as she cries out.

“Fuck yes!” I say, holding still as her warm heat envelopes me. I can feel the anal beads through the wall of her pussy as I begin to fuck her and almost come instantly at the exquisite feeling of being bare inside her.

I hold off as long as possible—long enough for her to come twice, squeezing my cock like a fucking vice, but as she comes down from the last one, I grip her hips and fuck her like my life depends on it.

“Fuck…ing hell!” I roar as I finally let myself come, releasing inside her. Spots flash in my eyes and my mind goes blank momentarily, and just when I think I’m done, I pull the beads from her arse, causing her pussy to clamp down on me as she’s thrown into a third orgasm. My cock pulses inside her, milking the last drops of cum from me.

Sydney’s chest heaves with exertion, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her body, as she fights to keep her eyes open, watching me as I slip out of her. Stepping back, I marvel at the beautiful sight that greets me; my cum seeping from her swollen pussy.

I lean over her, pressing a kiss to her lips. “That was something.” My words are met with a hum of agreement. I laugh as I push up and head to the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up.

When I return, she has shuffled up the bed and curled onto her side. Her breathing has slowed, and I’d be forgiven for thinking she’s asleep.

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