Page 41 of Caught In the Devil's Game

Chapter

Nineteen

Creed

Icould tell she wasclose to losing the battle with holding her need to come at bay by the way her toes would curl and release only to do the same thing again and again. What I was doing was torturing her but when that orgasm hit, I wanted it to happen when I was deep inside of her and not a moment before.

And I just wasn’t ready to fuck her yet.

A selfish man I am.

I continued my assault on her pussy with my tongue, enjoying every drop I sucked out of her, keeping the movement of my tongue slow and steady, so there wouldn’t be enough friction for her to come before I allowed her to. Hearing her cries grow louder for relief, I knew she’d had enough. I’d kept her on the edge now for more than a good few minutes, and for someone who had never done this kind of thing before, it could begin to turn painful, and that wasn’t something I wanted to risk happening after I just gained her trust. I decided it was time to give her exactly what she needed. Unbuttoning my pants, I hit the floor lever with my foot and raised the bench up into the air where I could fuck her from behind. Listening to her pleading moans almost had me exploding before I could get her in the right position to get inside her.

Finally getting the bench high enough, I lined my cock up with her entrance and shoved inside of her all the way to the hilt and began pounding her hard. “Come on my cock, Little Vixen.” The words had barely passed through the air before she was coming so hard her whole body shook as she screamed out through her orgasm. My cock was being strangled so viciously, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, so I reached underneath her and pinched her clit, sending her flying over the edge one more time. Shoving my cock as deep inside of her as I could go, I pumped faster and harder, finally coming so violently that my own body was left shaking as I tried to catch my breath. But then I shook it off and remembered what my main concern was right now.

Her.

She needed the aftercare, she would require, and very much deserved. Pulling out of her, I heard her make a groaning noise as I pulled my pants back up and began unbuckling all the restraints that held her in place.

Bending down, I picked up her worn-out body in my arms and carried her out of the room, heading in the direction of the bathroom. Setting her down on the seat I had next to the tub, I forced her hand to wrap around the handle in order to hold herself up while I ran her a bath. “Hold on to this so you don’t fall over while I run you a bath, ok?” It wasn’t hard to see just how weak she was from everything. I kissed her forehead before stepping over to the tub and getting started on filling it up with warm water and a soothing bath balm. Once everything was set, I pulled her up to her feet and guided her into the tub with me, sitting us both down, her back to my chest. She was quiet, and I was praying she wasn’t having any regrets about what we’d just done.

I let her have her time with her thoughts as I ran the washcloth over her body, massaging her arms and legs as I went, trying to sooth all her sore muscles. Not able to hold off on knowing what was running through her head any longer, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. “How do you feel?”

It took her a minute to answer me. “I feel like a train ran over me, I’m so tired.”

“Did you enjoy what we did?”

She started to answer, but then paused before she spoke again. “I guess I just didn’t know it would be like that.”

“Like what?”

“So exhausting. I have never had an orgasm so strong that it literally wiped me out like this. Never even knew it was possible.”

“But did you enjoy it?”

“I did but I’m starting to think I need to up my cardio workouts in order to keep up with you.”

I couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled in my chest, or the relief I felt from her small joke. “Well, I happen to think that you did wonderful...”

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