Page 58 of Defy

The evil man even bound my legs in a way that kept them apart and restricted any attempt to close them.

I was desperate to come, and there seemed no relief in sight. The slightest glide of Damon’s fingers or caress of his body would surely send me over. Hell, maybe even a breeze could do it.

“Soon, Sophia,” he promised, stepping back to study me.

That was when I noticed the feral, unguarded lust on his face and the heavy presence of his erection pressing against the inside of his pants.

“You have a gorgeous cunt. I love how it weeps down the inside of your thighs, soaking through the threads of the hemp.”

“Stop staring at me and do something.”

He strolled toward me. “How do you want your pleasure? Immediate and relieving or with a bite of pain and longer lasting?”

My core contracted, and my bound nipples tightened against the hemp around them.

My mind clouded as my need catapulted higher.

“Is there really a choice?”

He narrowed his eyes and then grabbed my thighs, hooking my knees over his shoulders. “No, there isn’t.”

His mouth depended on my exposed pussy, and I threw back my head as the insanity of sensation engulfed me. His tongue dived deep into my channel, thrusting in and out.

He used his thumbs to put pressure on the ropes positioned on the outside of my pussy lips to squeeze the aching nub at the apex of my sex.

Everything heated inside me. I couldn’t think. Damon ate at me in a rhythm meant to keep me right on the cusp.

Bastard.

I was there, almost there. He knew it. He fucking knew it.

Then his mouth shifted, his teeth bit my exposed clit while, at the same time, he plunged three fingers into me.

A guttural cry escaped from my mouth as my pussy contracted, spasming and flexing. The pain, the ache, the euphoric pleasure cascaded through me, on the cusp of overwhelming. I gasped for air, unable to breathe. I thrashed against my bonds, and sweat dripped down my belly as goose bumps prickled my skin.

It was too much and just not enough at the same time.

His fingers wouldn’t cut it. I needed more of him.

“I need your cock. Damon, give me your cock. Please,” I begged, not caring that I whined and moaned out of desperation.

“Not yet. I want more.”

“You can have more later.”

“No. You had demands. I live to serve.” His lips closed over my clit, making me buck and writhe.

He fucked me with his mouth and fingers until I came twice more, gasping and begging him to give me what I wanted.

Pulling his hand free of my pussy, he stood and unzipped his pants, freeing his beautiful hard length.

A bead of precum glistened from the tip, and my mouth filled with saliva for a taste.

“I changed my mind. I want to suck you off.”

“You said you wanted this. You’re getting every bit of my cum tonight.”

He hooked an arm around one of my thighs and took his thick, hard length into his hand, stroking himself from root to tip.

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