Page 60 of Crazed

"Please. And put your body on me. Please," she pleads.

I drop my pants. A loud clang fills the air from my belt buckle hitting the floor. I take my shirt off then kneel over her body. "Don't forget the rules," I remind her then guide my cock into her mouth.

She gags then opens the back of her throat, taking all of me. Her tongue and lips create chaos in my veins. I lean on my forearms, positioning them next to her hips. Inhaling deeply, I wait for the dildo to slide out. It tugs at the chain, and I slide my mouth over her clit, flicking my tongue.

"Mmmm," she whimpers, her mouth full of my body. I continue working her clit until she's trembling under me, and I'm worried about coming in her mouth.

I slap the bottom of her ass and order, "Come," repositioning my lips over the clamp and removing it.

I shift my hips, and my cock falls out of her mouth. She weeps, "Sir! Yes! Oh God! Sir!"

I don't let up on her clit. I hit the knob on the machine and turn it off, pushing it farther away. I refocus on eating her out and don't stop until I can't resist being inside her anymore.

In a quick move, I turn on her. I cage my body over hers and slide inside her. I tug at the other clamps then release them, pinching her nipples.

"Masimo!" she cries out then lifts her head, sticking her tongue in my mouth.

I slide my arms under her, not caring how long I last, thrusting faster than I normally do when I first enter her.

She arches her back and grinds her hips in rhythm. I fist her hair, holding her head in front of mine, demanding, "Don't ever lie to me again, dolce."

A mix of emotions floods her face. More tears fall. "I'm-I'm sorry!"

"Shh," I order, returning my lips to hers. I reach for the wrist restraints and release one then the other.

Her arms circle my shoulders. Her nails dig into my back, and her body tenses under mine, spasming so hard, I can't hold back anymore.

I pump into her harder than normal until it seems like her body is draining every last drop of my orgasm it has. When it's over, I bury my face in the curve of her neck.

She continues to quiver in my arms. I release her, unlatch her ankle restraints, then lie on my back. I tug her into me, kissing the top of her head.

Minutes pass in silence, except for our ragged breaths. I finally tilt her chin so she can't avoid me. In a firm voice, I reiterate, "I mean it, Katiya. I won't put up with you lying to me, no matter how white it is."

Her face crumbles with guilt. She tears up again. "I'm sorry."

"Why did you lie to me? Do you not want to go on vacation?" I ask, afraid of the answer but refusing to be a coward.

She squeezes her eyes shut.

I sit up and tug her onto my lap. "Katiya, whatever it is, tell me."

My patience gets tested. She stays quiet, but I don't speak, unwilling to let her off the hook. She finally answers, "I've never taken time off work."

I cautiously reply, "Yes. You said that before."

"I don't know how any of it works. I-I-I just wanted to read everything and know how it works before I spoke to you. I didn't want to sound stupid," she admits, and more tears fall.

I sigh then wipe her face dry. "Dolce, you aren't stupid."

She sniffles. "I'm uneducated."

"That doesn't make you any less bright," I insist.

She turns, straddling me. She holds my cheeks and asserts, "Massimo, I don't want to lie to you."

"Then don't do it again," I order.

She presses her lips to mine, and within seconds, the fire lights back up inside me.

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