Page 57 of Wicked Trouble
Her climax was thunder and lightning, sparks flying, uncontrollable and unstoppable. Her pussy spasmed and clenched around the whip as Zane relentlessly licked and flicked her clit. He wrung her out, then kept going, ignoring her writhing, knocking her foot away from his shoulder when she tried to shove him back and pushed her body to the brink of another explosion so close on the heels of the last one.
This time her orgasm was a slow burning fire, raging just beneath the surface, steadily growing fiercer, as her nerves, wrung out and sensitive from the last one, pinged and twinged, making her moan long and low. He pulled his mouth away then used his thumb to press hard on her clit, rubbing her roughly, until she couldn’t do anything but let the climax consume her, racking her body with shuddering waves.
Her body was coated in sweat, her skin so on edge that even the cool air was enough to tease her.
Zane stood, whip in hand, his cock hard and jutting from his pants. He gripped her hips then spun her, twisting her arms over her head to pull on the handcuffs so they bit into her wrists.
He cupped her tits then pinched her nipples. She opened her mouth to cry out but the whip searing her ass cheeks made her swallow down any noise.
He didn’t hold back, whacking her relentlessly until her skin was on fire.
She rocked her hips, moving into the next strike, welcoming it, but instead of feeling another slap of leather, Zane thrust his cock into her deeply, making her gasp. He reached around to finger her clit. She couldn’t take it. Every nerving ending in her body detonated like tiny A-bombs, sending cascading waves through her body until her brain turned to mush and her legs wobbled.
Zane drilled her pussy, punishing her with his cock, rubbing his finger roughly against her clit, spiking her climax, revving her up and up. She couldn’t take it! It was too much!
He pulled out and she gasped again as he spun her around, coaxing her legs around his waist. His eyes were hooded, his face coated in sweat. He pinioned her to the wall, sheathing himself with one thrust. He lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking half her tit into his mouth as he pumped her pussy. She flexed her back, arching against him, trying to get closer, even though they were fused. He cupped her tits, covering her aching nubs, then kissed her. His lips on hers were fire and ice, redemption and punishment, all at the same time.
He sucked on her tongue, squeezed her tits and fucked her pussy. Her body pulsed, her climax started, ringing from her core outward to every nerve ending. Zane bellowed as his cock throbbed inside her, spewing his load in hot jets, jolting her orgasm to match his.
She shook and screamed and lost her mind in the best possible way.
As they slowly came down from their high, Zane floated his gaze up to meet hers. He had a lazy grin on his face, an expression of a satisfied man.
“Paid in full,” he growled.
Cammie giggled, her body a loose noodle. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” She rolled her hips.
He raised an eyebrow.
She winked.
Then they both laughed their asses off and Cammie, once again, felt like she’d hit the jackpot, finding the perfect guy to have fun with.
