Page 31 of The Mad Don
He pinches them until I’m gasping into his mouth. Then his head dips. His mouth is scorching, and he latches onto my right breast, sucking the nipple between his lips. His breathing is heavy. The heat of his tongue swirls, and my toes curl, sending electric shocks straight to my clit. He groans against my skin, the vibration traveling through my breast and tightening everything inside me.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Shut up!”
He switches to the left, sucking harder, teeth grazing the sensitive areola before his tongue soothes it in maddening strokes. Every pull of his mouth sends throbs of pleasure to my pussy, making my pussy clench and leak.
“Fuck!” I cry.
I haven’t felt anything like this. This is madness. His mouth is driving me insane.
His open-mouthed kisses go down, and he licks down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel. In one motion, he yanks my pants and my soaked panties down my legs. Before I can protest, his fingers grip my chin, prying my mouth open. He stuffs the damp fabric of my own panties between my lips. Thetaste of my arousal floods my tongue. My eyes widen in shock, a muffled sound escaping around the gag.
“Be a good girl and let your body do the talking.”
He pushes me back against the vanity mirror, and the cold glass shocks my heated skin. He grips my thighs, and he spreads me wide open, hooking my legs over his shoulders. My pussy is exposed and aching.
“Here is your reward,” he says.
Then his mouth is inside me. The first long stroke of his hot tongue through my vagina folds pulls a muffled cry from my throat. He licks me like he’s savoring every drop, from my entrance up to my swollen clit then back down, teasing my dripping hole. His lips seal around my clit, and he sucks gently at first then it grows more intense. Pleasure crashes through me in heavy waves.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he heaves as he eats me.
My hips jerk against his face, but his strong hands pin me down, one pressing firmly on my lower belly to intensify every sensation, the other gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks.
My muffled moans turn frantic.
I grab his hair and press him down as he sends me to places I have never been. He pushes his tongue inside me, thrusting deep, fucking me with it, and rubbing against my inner walls. I can feel every texture of his tongue and voice. He is breathing heavily and groaning as he eats me. His groans send pleasure through my legs.
Then two of his fingers slide into my pussy, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside me. The dual sensation is overwhelming — his mouth and his fingers. My walls flutter and clench around him.
I’m panting around the panties in my mouth, sweat slipping down my chin, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking my eyes. The orgasm starts with painful intensity. He senses it and sucks harder. His tongue starts fluttering wildly over my clit, his fingers thrust faster, curling perfectly.
It hits me like a freight train.
My entire body seizes. A scream tears through me, brutally muffled by the gag. My back arches violently off the vanity, pressing my breasts upward. My thighs clamp around his head like a vice as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. My pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing wetly against his mouth. He keeps licking and sucking through every shuddering contraction, drawing it out, wringing every last pulse of ecstasy from my body until I’m whimpering.
Even then, he doesn’t stop immediately. His tongue slows down to soothing strokes, cleaning me, savoring the aftermath while my body twitches with aftershocks.
My mind is fogged.
He looks up at me with a smirk. “I hope you like your reward.”
I hate him!
But as his dark eyes meet mine over my spread legs, a terrifying truth settles in my chest:
I want more.
* * *
When I wake up, the first thing I feel is the soreness in my thighs, the base of my spine, and the small muscles at the side of my neck where his mouth had been. I lie still for a moment with my eyes closed, and I take inventory of my body. I am not restrained.
I open my eyes, and everything is unfamiliar.
Where am I? The light is different, the mattress is too soft, the sheets are too elegant, and there is the smell of him in the pillow under my cheek.
I am in his bed, I remember. I sit up slowly to see that the room is empty. I am wearing a white t-shirt that stops at mid-thigh. It is not mine, and it smells like him, too.
