After several minutes, he flashed me a devious grin and set aside the sketchbook. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed my fingers away and then trailed his down my body until they were between my thighs. He sunk one digit inside me, actively moving the balls around, and I bucked under him.
“Time for a taste.” He nestled between my legs and breathed me in deep. “Look at my arms, kitten. Do you see what the mere smell of you does to me?” The hair on his arms stood on end, and he had goose bumps covering them. “Tell me what you want?”
“Please, Master, lick me, suck me, taste me,” I begged.
“I will on one condition: you have to watch. I’m going to be so far buried inside you, though, I won’t be able to speak.”
I lifted my upper body and rested on my elbows so I could watch. Slowly, his face descended between my legs.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I still hadn’t gotten over his infatuation with sniffing me, but even in this way, it felt intimate. He touched my clit with his tongue, and my body jerked under him.
“Alek, how will I know when I can come? If you can’t talk, how will I know?” I moaned.
Watching him lick and suck on me was erotic and dirty. My body was buzzing. Every nerve ending lit up and blazed with fire.
“I’ll give you two taps right here,” he said, blowing a puff of air onto my clit and tapping my right outer leg twice.
“Thank you, Master. I’ll try to wait for it.”
He pressed a kiss to my pussy before moving to my inner thighs, then spread me open and licked with slow, long movements. Something about seeing him between my legs, tasting my most intimate parts, had me soaring. Curling his tongue upward, he flicked my clit mercilessly.
When he dipped two fingers inside me, my body begged to explode. The balls, his fingers, and his tongue. The combination was unlike anything I’d ever thought possible. Curling his fingers, he found and stroked my G-spot.
Fuck, please give me the two taps.
I shuddered under his onslaught. My legs shook violently, and that familiar pressure threatened to break free. Every muscle tightened as I tried to hold back.
“I can’t hold it, it’s too much. Double tap me, please, for the love of god, double tap me,” I cried as I gripped the sheets.
The firm double tap on my outer thigh had me spiraling, and I screamed as my body plunged itself right off the cliff.
“Oh, that’s my girl, so fucking pretty. Let it all out,” he moaned against my pussy. His tongue continued a steady movement on my clit while his fingers caressed my insides.
From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, it consumed me. And as I began climaxing, my body didn’t want to stop. I thrashed under his ministrations. He pulled the balls out, and I screamed his name over and over. His muscular arm flexed as he fucked me with his fingers, my eyes glued to the hourglass on his forearm.
My very own Reaper had snatched my soul, ripping it from my body in ownership, and I never wanted it back. Wave after delicious wave washed over me, and he growled, then flipped me over on the bed. After smacking my ass, he mounted me from behind.
“Remember at game night how I said I wanted to fuck you?”
Shivers shot down my spine as his bare skin brushed against mine. I shook, thinking back to that night. He pushed a pillow under me, and I groaned. He was going to do this. It was going to hurt; he was huge, and the sheer power of his thrusts were going to wreck me.
Sliding into my wet pussy, he buried himself deep, and I shuddered and moaned as he stilled.
“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten, but fuck, you drive me crazy. Be a good little pet and promise me you’ll safeword if it hurts too much,” he growled.
“I promise.”
With those two trembled words, he lifted and slammed inside, fucking me with hard, long, deep strokes. The tip of his cock kept pressing against my cervix, he was so deep, and spots of bright lights erupted behind my eyelids.
The angle, the feel of his weight on top of me from behind, was so different. Picking up the pace, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back toward him as he moved in and out of my soaking-wet passage.
“Give me your hands, now,” he bellowed, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
I extended my arms back toward him. He grabbed my wrists, and I held on to his while he drove his cock home. His grip on my wrists tightened each time he slammed his cock inside me.
Faster and faster, his legs slapped against my ass. He felt huge inside of me, and I groaned as sweat dripped off him. Our moans mingled together in the room. By his alone, I could tell he was close.
“Are you ready? Does my slutty little kitten want to come again?” he panted in my ear.
