“No.”
The sound of a plastic snap grabs my attention, and I naturally turn my head in that direction, but I’m not even certain where it came from until fingers graze past my balls and cold liquid is brushed between my cheeks.
“What the fuck!” My hips jerk forward. “Ember, what are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I hear her self-satisfied smile.
She’s Satan. My wife is Satan.
Just then, Satan steps between my legs, presses a cold tip to my back hole, and pushes in slowly. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and tugs forward, granting me both pleasure and pain, and she continues to push what feels like a goddamn light post in me.
“Emb—” I’m interrupted by my own moaning as my ass swallows the plug to the base.
She continues to stroke my cock, moving my hips slightly and making the plug move just enough to make me mewl at the sensation.
I move and attempt to shift my stance, but quickly realize it just prods at my prostate and sends uncontrollable shockwaves to my cock, pushing pre-cum out of the tip.
I feel completely out of control.
And just when I think I can’t drown anymore, she wraps her lips around my cock and takes me down her throat again.
“Fuck, fuckkk…” My voice is cavernous and desperate.
I was close before, but now—now I’m on the precipice of shooting myself into another galaxy.
Her pace is perfect, her mouth is hot and wet, and with every bob of her neck and shift in my legs, the plug rubs against my prostate, careening me closer to an orgasm.
“I’m so close… I’m gonna come.”
She fucking stops. Everything.
I grunt, pushing my hips forward, asking for more.
“Ember,” I’m begging again. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
She snaps something on my left wrist, and it falls to my side, then does the same with the right. My arms tingle from the position change, but I lift them to my face. Pulling the blindfold back over my head, and it falls to the floor.
The room is dimmed, but it still takes my eyes a moment to adjust as I squint and glance around.
Ember’s standing a few feet away, taking slow and calculated steps backward, biting her lip with that smile I could hear through my blindfold.
“You can fuck me. But you have to leave that in.” She dips her chin and eyes my ass. “And if you don’t make me come first, I get thirty-two hours of whatever I want to do to you.”
Oh, this little hellion.
I step forward in her direction, and instantly regret it when the plug rubs my prostate and stops me in my tracks. My jaw drops, and I have to huff out a steady breath.
She’s already sitting on the bed, with her legs spread open, just fucking waiting for me, and I’m standing here trying to prevent pre-ejaculation from just walking.
I grab my cock and squeeze hard as I take another slow step, then another. Feeding myself enough pain to get through the pleasure of walking.
I have no idea how I’m going to get through fucking her long enough to make her come before me. But she did say Icouldfuck her, not that Ihadto.
So, I drop to my knees in front of her and palm her sternum, pushing her back against the bed, and swipe my tongue through her slit.
Her moaning makes me clench, and again, a stab to the prostate, and pre-cum leaks out of my cock.
“Goddammit, woman. You are going to be the death of me,” I say, between licking and sucking her clit as I glance up, and she’s pinching her nipples.
