Page 66 of Captured Fantasy

I retrieved my belt. She watched me kneel over her, looping the belt over my fist.

“I’m going to spank your pussy, baby. You tell me if it’s too much,” I breathed.

She swallowed, her eyes glittering, and nodded.

I took the flat end of the belt and slapped it experimentally against her perfect entrance. Her hips tightened and her back arced at the sensation. I bent briefly to swipe my tongue over her hard nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. I aimed for the little mound above her clit this time. She moaned, writhing her hips, her fingers letting go of her panties.

I flipped her thigh over and brought the belt down across it. The sound was thrilling. She yelped and her breasts heaved, her fingers frantically pulling her panties aside.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” I praised.

She nodded, swallowing as I lifted the end of the belt again. Her thighs quivered in anticipation as I traced from her clit to her asshole. I slapped it across the soft flesh with a sharp sound and she yelped, her lower back arcing. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Do it again,” she begged.

My cock ached and arousal pulsed down my spine, but I held it together and slapped her again. Her pussy clenched and a drop of arousal slid down and stained the sheets.

“Fuck, it hurts so good,” she moaned. “More.”

I complied, this time spanking either side of her clit, taking care not to hit that sensitive little spot. Her hips rocked and her fingers trembled, but she managed to keep her panties pulled aside. My God, she was such a good girl for me and she deserved a reward.

I tossed aside the belt and lifted her, pulling her astride my body. She steadied herself against my chest, looking thoroughly drunk. Without giving her a moment to recover, I lifted her over my face, pulling her panties aside with my thumb. When I curled my tongue out and touched her soaked entrance with the tip, her whole body shuddered.

“Oh my God, Cosimo,” she whispered.

In response I swiped my tongue along her opening, gathering her wetness on my tongue. Letting it drip down my throat like fine wine. Into my mind came the memory of her saying she’d never been this wet before, that it was all for me. I was distantly aware of my cock throbbing painfully with need, but I wasn’t about to cut this ecstasy short just to satisfy myself.

No, I was going to draw this shit out until she couldn’t take another minute of it.

She was already soaked and ready, but I teased her anyway. It was one of my favorite parts of making her come. The trembling anticipation, the faint hints of arousal that grew to steady drips, and the way she pushed her clit against my face. Begging for me to let her finish. I took extra care with the delicate opening of her pussy, keeping my tongue soft and flat as I tongued it. Warming her and getting a steady drip of sweetness down my throat at the same time.

When I finally sucked gently on her pulsing clit, her whole body quaked. Her fingertips tightened and she gasped, moaning and rocking her hips against my mouth. Fuck, if I didn’t get a handle on myself, she was going to make me come before I ever got a chance to get my cock between her thighs.

I pulled her onto my face, forcing her to relax and let her weight down on me. This was the best part, when everything was just the silkiness of her thighs and the wet slickness of her pussy. I buried my face into her and ate her perfect clit like it was the last time I’d ever get to touch her.

I felt her orgasm approach before she ever made a sound. Her thighs tightened, gripping my head. I dipped my tongue into her to check how tight she was and, my God, there was barely enough space for me to work my way in. She squirmed as I dragged my tongue back up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. She rocked, her whole body trembling, and came with a desperate wail.

I clamped down on her thighs, pressing her into my mouth. I wanted to feel every pulse against my lips and taste every single drop she released. She let go as she came, grinding her pussy into my face, riding it hard. Chasing every bit of pleasure until it was done and I heard her gasping over me.

Only then did I let her climb down from my face. She sat back on her heels, but I didn’t have an interest in giving her time to recover. She’d said she wanted it rough so I was going to give it to her rough.

I flipped her onto her hands and knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her panties had slid back over her pussy and I gathered them in both hands and tore them in two. The shreds fell discarded onto the quilt. She moaned, rocking on her knees, arcing her back, presenting her soaked pussy.

Gripping my cock by the base, I ran it along her cunt, lining myself up. I hadn’t fucked without protection before and the thought was daunting.

“I know you said you’re on the pill, but I need to hear you say you’re fine with fucking raw, baby,” I said.

“I’m more than fine with it,” she breathed.

“Ask for it then,” I murmured, slapping her ass hard to make it shake.

“Please, fuck me without a condom.”

“No, not like that,” I said, tracing down her spine until I got to her tight asshole. I licked my thumb and circled it with slow strokes, keeping my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, fuck me raw,” she whispered. “Fuck my pussy, daddy, I need to feel your cum inside me.”

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