Page 10 of Slaughtered Firefly
She straddled me, leaning down to kiss me once again. My hands caught on the fabric of her blouse, and she bit my lip, shaking her head as she pulled my hands up and over my head.
There was a coldness against my wrist and the clink of the locking mechanism. This woman was devious.
“I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your cuffs,” she whispered next to my ear as she locked the other cuff around her bed frame.
The realization hit me like a brick wall. I had no control in this situation, and yet I was allowing it. Something was really wrong with me.
“I don’t care if you blindfold me in the process, but for the love of god please get that sexy ass over here and fuck me,” I begged.
“Say it again,” Excitement rose within Mia’s voice, and I couldn’t believe I was begging to be fucked. I have never begged for anything in my life. This woman must be a witch because I was far too willing to turn over at her command.
Her hands unbuttoned my jeans; a torturous wait. I ached to be touched, to be fucked, forced to watch as she took her time waiting for me to beg again.
“Please,” I voiced out, pushing against the bed, at her hands that were still rubbing against my hardened cock.
The ‘o’ that formed on her lips made me want to ram my cock in her mouth. It was wishful thinking at best; I had no control. She stopped rubbing, and I was about to lose my sanity.
“Please fuck me or suffocate me with that delicious cunt, I am begging you stop this teasing,” I pleaded as my hands pulled tight against the cuffs.
Before I knew it, she had my pants down and my cock in her mouth. The guttural moan that escaped me was foreign, but as her lips closed around my length, I couldn’t help the euphoria that cascaded down my tense limbs.
Her tongue traced around the head of my cock as she started to suck on it, and my brain stuttered. The enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn’t help but encourage her to continue.
“Oh fuck. Your pretty little mouth feels so good, don’t stop please,” I praised her as my hips bucked toward her mouth.
She hummed as more of my dick slipped between her lips, her tongue still suctioned and dancing across the veins as if it were her world’s greatest desire. She was teaching me patience on a whole new level because if my hands were free, I would have gagged her already.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop and licked down the sides. Her hand grabbed my balls and fondled them. I moaned out, and she must have liked the sound because she kept doing wondrous things with that tongue.
“Fuck, you are a goddess with that tongue,” my mouth felt dry as I spoke, but I was unsympathetic as I begged her to keep going.
Mia stroked the length of my cock with her hand, and I could have come from that alone, her eyes fixed on mine as she pulled it back into her mouth. It was so hot as I watched her engulf my dick. She slurped and lapped at the pre-cum that had beaded up, willing me to submit fully to her talented mouth.
I panted as my heart beat faster, my hips jerked against her, Mia consumed my soul through my cock, and I let her as I begged for release.
“Fuck baby … right there … keep going please … I’m fixing to come,” the words rushed out of my mouth in a jumble and as I exploded in her mouth.
Mia swallowed my cum greedily as I reeled in the orgasm. I don’t care if she said no strings attached; this woman was too good to be a one-night stand. I needed to make her mine. How? I hadn’t the slightest idea.
As if she could read my mind, she crawled up my chest, her face level with mine, and gave me a blissful kiss, which was like water in a desert. She tasted so good, with my cum still on her lip as I consumed her mouth, I couldn’t believe my luck.
Kissing her was a tango, a dangerous dance made solely for us. I couldn’t get enough of her. With tongues firmly crossed in a battle of wills, the kiss claimed the air we breathed. This woman would be my kryptonite if I convinced her to stay longer. Mia caught my tongue between her teeth and nipped at it before sucking it deeper into her throat.
My hips crashed into her thigh, dry-humping her leg. I recovered quicker than I expected as my dick hardened once more. “Fuck you taste like peach pie,” I moaned into her open mouth as she teased more kisses out of me.
She chuckled, straddling me now, her delicious cunt hovered over my length. I forced my hips up, determined to ram my cock deep into the soft, wet folds of her, but she pulled away, a smirk crossing her features.
“Beg for me baby,” Mia whispered as she leaned away from my face, biting her lip. The command was explicit, but the pride in me didn’t relinquish. My dick throbbed, and my balls ached as if they hadn’t just gotten a spectacular release. No, the traitors were on her side, already submitted to her whims.
“And if I don’t?” I raised an eyebrow, a challenge I knew I had already failed.
“Oh you think you have a choice,” her voice was soft and coaxed a false sense of security, accompanied by her hands as they fondled my balls in a soft circular motion. Momentarily distracted by the sensation building within me, I didn’t hear the quiet, “How cute.”
A mangled scream slipped from me as she jerked my balls. “you bitch,” I shouted.
A devil-may-care attitude was the only way to describe her in that moment as she kneaded my balls again, watching my facial expressions as the pain morphed into pleasure. I couldn’t deny that this woman was a firecracker, ready to explode in either way; it turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain.
Her lips parted as she dribbled spit to coincide with the friction pulls. Confusion and longing built the longer she played with them.
