Page 115 of Possess Me
The man wanted me incapable of saying no to him.
As if I could or he’d allow that to matter.
He pulled my tender tissue into his mouth, sucking in a way that I could hear his teeth grinding together. The man was going to turn me into a pile of mush.
I bit back a cry, still worried Carlos and his friends would hear, but as stars floated in front of my eyes, I sensed a losing battle.
Somehow, Vissarian managed to pull me even closer, his tongue finding the length of my wetness. My legs continued to tremble, my mind incapable of processing anything but the extreme pleasure he was providing.
The man was a serious master and my pussy continued to throb in a way that I knew meant I was already yielding to his mouth’s demands. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I took several shallow gasps.
“So wet, baby. So fucking wet. I thought you didn’t want me.” Even his accent seemed more pronounced, his desire as off the charts as mine.
“Nope. Not even a little.”
“Such a bad liar.” Vissarian just had to prove me wrong. When he drove his tongue into my tight channel, my muscles clamped around it and I let out an intense moan.
A tiny laugh followed from a shade of embarrassment. He had a way of making everything seem dirty, filthy as sin, but I adored every moment of what he was doing to me.
He rolled a single thumb around my clit as he continued to feast, finally thrusting two of his fingers inside. The way he flexed them wide open filled me completely, stretching me as if preparing me for his big, fat cock.
I scratched my nails down his neck to his shoulder blade, creating a mark of my own as he’d done with his lips and tongue. The sensation of being lost in the moment, in being captivated by the man was so sweet, almost innocent.
Yet everything about the way I was feeling was creating a vulnerability that I should push away from.
It was too late for that.
So I allowed myself to fall completely as another wave of intense vibrations took me to the very plateau of ecstasy that only he’d managed to bring me to.
“Oh. Yes. Yes.”
He didn’t stop, his tongue licking me more fervently as he plunged his fingers in hard and deep. I was no longer certain I was still standing, unable to feel my legs. Only the pull of his lips and tongue as he devoured me.
My gasps turned into breathless moans as the climax ripped through me like a sweeping tidal wave. The pleasure was so intense I was momentarily blinded.
Nothing deterred him, not even when I tried to push his shoulders since I was suddenly so sensitive. He refused to let me go, gliding his tongue inside my pussy while he curled his fingers. How he knew exactly where to find my G-spot was beyond me, but I was suddenly spiraling out of control.
If he kept this up, I’d soon faint.
Maybe he could tell I was losing my mind since I found myself positioned on a soft bed, able to rake my arms across the puffy comforter as he finished tormenting me.
Blinking furiously, I peered up at him while I raked my fingers through his hair. Even short, the locks were thick and luxurious. As the orgasm finally began to fade away, I lolled my head to the side, almost able to see the waves as they peacefully crashed against the shore.
He stood, giving me a quick show, brushing the flats of his hands down his chest.
In the warm hue of moonlight I was able to see his deep-seated emotions. They floored me as much as the man had done in killing to protect me.
The intensity locked me in another moment where nothing else mattered. He was that powerful, that all-consuming in a way he could barely contain.
He walked closer, finally crawling onto the bed. I noticed his chest was heaving, the sounds he emitted soulful growls. I was surprised Bella hadn’t come running into the room. Perhaps she knew this man would never allow anything to happen to her or to her mommy dog.
A single tear slipped from my eye, trickling ever so slowly to the comforter.
Vissarian noticed, leaning over and instead of gathering the salty bead with his finger, he did so with his tongue. The moment was so unexpected that I almost told him exactly how I felt.
Maybe he already knew because the intensity remained, perhaps increasing as he eased my legs apart with his knee. The crush of his weight was exactly what I wanted and soon our arms and legs were intertwined as the longing was all we were capable of thinking about.
He lifted my arms over my head, his eyes alone commanding I keep them there. He bent one leg, pushing my knee to the comforter and tormented me even further by rubbing his cockhead up and down my slickened pussy.
