I gripped the arms of the chair as she fucked herself to the edge of her orgasm, her body jerking and seizing at the torrent of pleasure that was wrecking through her.
Then her fingers slipped out of her. Juices dripped out of her as she continued the brutal strokes on the swollen flesh around her clit. I was so hard now that I was close to bursting.
A whimper escaped from her throat. With her eyes closed, she brought her slick fingers to her lips… and slipped them into her mouth. I could no longer sit still as she sucked her fingers greedily, then returned them back inside her, only to take them back to her mouth. And again, hungrily suck at her own juices.
The desire to know her taste was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Without realizing it, I was on my feet. Barely aware of my actions I walked over to the bed. Before I knew it, I was climbing on the bed.
Her eyes flew open when the mattress caved with my weight, but before she could have the chance to even register anything, my hands had grabbed her thighs, and my face was buried between her legs.
“No!” I heard her harsh protest, but nothing was going to stop me. I had already had a taste of her and she was heaven. My mouth closed around her clit and sucked deeply.
“Fuck,” she cried out at the contact, her hands landing on my head trying to pull my head away. Then her fingers clawed in my hair and she writhed at my relentless and hard pressure. When my lips moved down to her opening to lap up her juices with my tongue like a starving man, her back arched off the bed.
“Let me go,” she cried, and something about her tone told me she was already at the edge. Touching her clit would end this and I didn’t want it to end. Not yet. So I dug my tongue into her little hole and licked it out.
Her hands gripped the sheets as I slipped my fingers inside her. She struggled to stay coherent as I curved my fingers and stroked her insides, but once I increased the pace of my fingers, mercilessly fingering her until I found the cadence that was just hard and fast enough to completely unravel her, she began to moan and beg me to stop. I remained inside of her, finding a sensitive spot and coaxing it till her eyes began to roll into the back of her head.
“Stop,” she cried out but I refused, even when her nails began to dig into the skin of my arms.
Instead of stopping, the pad of my left thumb joined in coaxing the pleasure from her clit.She exploded onto my hands, her orgasm gushing out in a heated, steady stream and her scream ringing out across the silent room. I pulled my soaked fingers away and gave in to the mad craving for her taste.
My mouth covered her sex, lapping and sucking till every ounce of her release was drawn out of her. Then I raised my head and looked down at her. She lay against the pillows, her golden hair spread out behind her. A slight sheen of perspiration despite the cool room shimmered across her forehead and glued strands of her hair to the sides of her face. Her skin was flushed and her bottom lip was swollen from her biting down on it. Her body was still quivering gently from the aftermath of her climax.
She was astoundingly beautiful.
And I wanted to fuck her so badly that I felt the craving in the pit of my stomach. But I had already done something I had never done before. I had allowed myself to lose control. She had won this round. I turned back and saw the contract lying on the bed. I grabbed it and put it under her body. Then I looked down at her again.
There. That put everything into perspective. I had bought her. And I had thirty fucking days to get rid of this… this itch.
Not tonight, because tonight was about me proving to myself that I could still walk away, but after tonight, her poor pussy was going to get well and truly fucked. Day and night. Until I was so bored of her I couldn’t even bear to be in the same room.
I pulled away and got off the bed, and without a backward glance, walked away.Chapter 11SkyeI didn't know when I fell asleep, but when my eyes opened, I was in a darkened strange room.
In a flash, I shot up to a sitting position, every cell in my body tense, my eyes darting wildly around the room in alarm, but as my surroundings registered, as the armchair where he had sat, came into view, the memory of last night came back.