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He does it again.
“More,” I beg. The third time, my orgasm washes over me as my pussy convulses in pure pleasure, but it’s not enough. I need him. “Fuck me, Sainte, please.”
He turns the vibrator off, and I feel him crawl on the bed. Before I can even think, I feel something hot on my breasts.
“What…?” I don’t need to finish the question. I know what it is. Hot wax.When did he light a candle? He must have done that after he blindfolded me.
He drips the wax on my breasts and nipples and then works his way down my stomach. I’m in ecstasy. Never in my entire life have I felt pleasure like this. He turns the vibrator back on and teases my pussy again while the hot wax is dripping on my mound. Suddenly, he slides the vibrator in hard as drops of hot wax hit my body. I scream, “Fuck!” as the orgasm continues.
The drops of hot wax stop, the vibrator stills inside of me, and out of nowhere, hot streams of cum hit my mouth. I open it to take in as much as I can. I want it. I swallow and open for more. He slides up my body and slides his cock inside my mouth. I immediately suck and lap up every last drop of his orgasm as he throbs into my mouth.Oh my fucking God. That was amazing!
My body begins to relax, and my pussy loosens its grip on the vibrator. Sainte pulls it out and a stream of juices follow. My mind is going in so many directions. I can’t think straight or even move. Next thing I know, Sainte is sliding his cock inside me. I’m so fucking wet, it just glides in and he moans.
“Fuck me hard, Sainte!” I demand, and he obliges.
He thrusts all the way in, hitting my G-spot every time. It doesn’t take long before I orgasm again. As my greedy pussy clamps down on him, I feel him swell and his hot juices fill my body. He continues to thrust in and out of me a few more times and eventually slows.
He lies on my body and breathes a heavy sigh. His arms reach up to untie the restraints on my wrists.
“Damn, baby!” I shake my hands to get the blood flowing again, then I run my fingers lazily through his hair as our breathing slows.
“You think we woke up the whole clubhouse?”
I wince. “I was screaming. wasn’t I?”
He laughs. “Didn’t bother me. I told you a long time ago I could make you scream.”
I smile. “Yes you did, and you delivered. Best fuck I ever had.”
He lifts his head. “Told ya.” He’s so smug and sure of himself. It’s one of the things I love most about him.Did I just say love? And when did I ever find that trait in him appealing?Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.
I’m falling for him more and more every day. It terrifies me. He rolls off me and lies in the bed next to me. The fear of getting hurt takes over so I roll on my side, facing away from him.
He comes up close behind me. “Baby, are you okay?”
I nod as tears fall down my cheeks.
“Honey, talk to me.” He nuzzles close.
I begin to build the walls around my heart. “I’m really tired, Sainte. Can we just go to sleep?”
He snuggles up close and pulls me into his arms.
Whispering in my ear, he says, “I’ll let you sleep, but tomorrow, we’re gonna talk about this.”
I nod again. He stays snuggled up against me, and eventually I fall asleep.
Chapter 22
Sainte
I wake up the next morning groggy and somewhat disoriented. Opening my eyes, I remember.Honey.I turn toward her side of the bed and am surprised to find she is gone.What the fuck?I look over at the bathroom and the door is open, no noise coming from inside.Damn, where did she go?
I quickly get up and shower. After my shower, I dry off and get dressed. Once I make my way downstairs, I realize the clubhouse is empty.What time is it?I look down at my watch. Six thirty.No wonder nobody is here. Why the hell am I up so early, and where the fuck is Honey?I make my way into the kitchen and find her sitting at the table drinking coffee.Thank fuck!I was so worried that she may have run out. I’m not sure where she’d go ’cause I still have her phone and keys. I should probably give them back to her.
“Hey, beautiful!” I say as I walk into the kitchen.
“Hey,” she says, not looking up from the morning paper she is reading. I go over to the coffee pot, pour myself a cup, and take a seat next to her.
