Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head as I drove her to new heights. The sweet sound of her climax slipped past her lips as her whole body tensed then relaxed, but I wasn’t finished with her yet.
Licking the cream from my lips, I rose and leaned over her supine body.
“Just one, baby girl? I don’t think so.”
Her head lolled from side to side. “No. I can’t. I’m too sensitive.”
Ignoring her pleas, I pushed a fourth finger into her tight pussy and pulsed them in and out. Her fingers splayed on the table as her hips rose.
“Yes. Oh, God! Yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me a second time.”
Sliding my free hand over her now sweat-slicked skin, I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. Not enough to cut off her air… just enough to be a threat.
Her eyes widened as they lit with unholy desire.
My little one was quickly learning the euphoric delights to be had from the threat of violence and pain before pleasure.
Swiping the pad of my thumb over her clit as I gave one final pump of my hand, I leaned in and swallowed her orgasmic cries, tasting my own cum on her lips.
* * *
I placedanother delicate meringue swan on her tongue and watched her lips purse as she pushed the sweet concoction around her mouth as it melted. Not being able to resist, I leaned in for another honeyed kiss.
She was nestled naked on my lap as we sat among the shards of crystal and china, surrounded by twinkling lights.
Her mass of tangled hair cascaded over my forearm as I traced circles on her smooth back. Using my free hand, I tugged on one of those curls. “So… what game should we play tomorrow?”