Page 11 of Slaughtered Firefly
The motion of her fingers as they skimmed across my sack began winding a gratifying sense within me. A groan caught in my throat as she mimicked the act. Finally, this felt enjoyable again.
I lost myself for a moment, not sure if it was the stimulation or the lovely view in front of me. My body flushed with heat, and I started jutting forward, eager for more.
That’s when she stopped, looked me right in the eye and said, “last chance baby, be a good boy and beg me to fuck you.”
I whined. It sounded pathetic, but I was so ready for more, and I didn’t do well with this sexual punishment she enjoyed dishing out. “Please you devilish temptress, fuck me. I beg you please before I lose my mind.”
Mia’s gaze was like being burned by a deep blue flame. She was dynamite and ice all at the same time. Her lips closed around mine. I wanted to grab her head and knead my hands through her golden hair, grab her backside and settle her on my dick, but the handcuffs kept me pinned and exposed. At her mercy.
The kiss was rough, needy and consuming, both of us claiming the blazed lips of each other. It was a desperate, carnal moment, and as my tongue locked in hers, we plunged into the most basic emotion. Lust.
A purely euphoric moan escaped her as she settled herself on the head of my cock. The hiss that left me was of equal volume as her tight cunt slid further down my shaft.
“Fuck you feel incredible,” I breathed out, still bewildered by her presence.
Like a spark to a flame, she spurred into action, her hand gripping my hair, lips crashing into mine as she began ridingmy cock. It was so wet, so soft I couldn’t get enough as my hips pushed upwards meeting her bounce as she took me for all I was worth. Her moans became louder as she sank further onto my dick; her hair fell wildly around her breast drawing my attention to her peaked nipples. I reached out my hand towards them in a need to fondle and encase my tongue around them. Only I was stopped by the damned handcuffs.
She seemed to catch the action between her moans, sinking fully onto my dick. A gasp left her as I jutted upward, making sure she took all of it deeper.
As she paused her rocking, she shook her head, a small laugh departing from her, “Sorry baby, you can’t touch, but you can look.”
“Oh baby, you couldn’t handle my touches, you’ll explode like the little firecracker you are,” I replied with a cocky grin on my face as I pulled out only to slam my hips up into her.
The gasp that left her as she fell forward towards my face was music to my ears; her lips found mine in a carnal need. Her kiss was an addiction I couldn’t satisfy as I pulled more of her mouth avidly into my own, our tongues tangled in clashes of teeth and lips. Fucking her was like laying in a pleasant set of sheets; you never wanted to leave.
Her delicious cunt was all the sustenance I needed. I could get everything out of life from her; food would be the sweet nectar of her peach-flavored wetness. Who needs water when her cum would have everything salty and sweet. The other necessities in life—fucking her would fulfill them. I am pretty sure her pussy is a velvet straightjacket I would gladly wear again and again.
My lust only grew as her breath quickened, her walls squeezed my dick like a vice and her moans turned into screams as she tried to slow herself but I kept pumping into her. Her body angled perfectly for me as her nails caught in my chest,scratching as she fought to stabilize herself against my rapid thrusts.
“Oh my god!” Mia screamed.
It was all the encouragement I needed to continue my assault on her tight, wet pussy. She was so beautiful, slicked in sweat. Mia rode my the momentum of my cock as it pounded into her. It sent out delirious cries of pleasure from her lips. One of her hands gripped the bed frame as she tried desperately to fight the building release; the other wrapped around my throat.
“Oh fuck,” I hissed out as every nerve in her tightened.
Mia’s abdomen flexed, her pelvis rocked, angled perfectly towards my dick as I continued to work towards her orgasm, my own not far behind. My vision faltered as her grip on my neck tightened. My head was swimming and dizziness was setting it, but I would die before I came before my little firecracker.
“You’re going to make me cum,” Mia’s breathless voice filled the room as her lips crashed into mine.
“Oh fuck little firecracker, explode for me baby, cum for me,” I urged as my hips slammed erratically into her.
My balls pulled tightly, breath deprived, there was no holding it in any longer, and as she screamed out. I knew her release worked its way through her body. Her chokehold became painfully tight, goosebumps rose on her flesh, and every nerve within her ablaze. Her cunt became impossibly tight as she gushed out. I continued working her through the high, as I chased my own release.
“Your so fucking beautiful when you come,” I grunted as the last of my willpower gave out and my orgasm enveloped me. The aftershock of her orgasm and the impact of mine sent her wailing into another orgasm as my cum squirted deep inside her still-clenched pussy.
I struggled to keep my eyes open as she came back to earth, her hand loosened and our breaths mixed as we settled into thepost-orgasmic calm. A firecracker was a perfect description of her release; it was a beautiful glow around her. I was amazed.
“Such a good boy, you fucked me so well,” she kissed my lips before she got off me. I instantly missed the warmth of her pussy, but I watched her through hooded lids. Dizziness from the lack of air took its brutal toll, and I struggled against the pull of sleep, eventually succumbing to its wicked embrace.
The sun shonethrough a crack in the curtain as I groggily woke. My arms ached and my head pounded; I should not have drunk so much. Clearing my head would be first on the list of tasks I was forming in my head as I squinted against the harsh rays of sun. I went to shield my hand from the sun, but handcuffs caught my attention. Fuck.
Panic filled me as I looked around the room, hopeful for any sign of Mia from the night before. No sign of her, and the key to the handcuff was still in my jeans, discarded, fuck knows where. This was just my fucking luck.
I pulled against the headboard trying to loosen the hold, but it was solid. There was no way in hell I would be calling anyone to help me out of this situation. The willingness to dislocate a thumb if I couldn’t snap the handcuffs settled in my mind as I twisted them around the iron headboard, hoping the chain would break under the right pressure. Nothing. I took a deep breath, slammed my left hand upwards into the bar, dislocating the lower metacarpal connection of my thumb.
That fucking bitch.
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