The knot of countless tingles inside me came undone on his unerring tongue. White silence corrupted my throat, my body jittering with pleasure.
Yet, he was relentless; he continued flicking his tongue deep into me, the bruising pressure of his knuckles against my thighs sending unyielding waves of voltage through my blood.
As if it was not enough, his whimpers had evolved into a raw, audible hunger, stoking the fire in my groin, crawling up from my wetness.
My body screamed for respite. I could not endure another minute under the hunger of his tongue. With what little strength remained in my bones, I reached for his hair and yanked his insatiable mouth away — "That's it," I wheezed in the air of relief, my voice a hoarse, unrecognizable rasp.
My eyes found him. Our breaths merged in a symphony that echoed behind the request of his glistening eyes for a report card of his performance, as he smeared his wet lips with the back of his brawny arm.
I liked his request. It rippled an already existing, trembling thirst inside me. My feet took to the cold floor, my frame looming, while he remained beneath my legs, his eyes gazing at me with glistening eagerness. A man of his physical stature knelt so tenderly beneath me was a rush to my already spiked bloodrate.
"Get up." My voice flickered with my tightening chest.
He smoothly pushed himself upright, and towered over me —a mountain of a man— so strong and so confident, yet he kept his gaze anchored to the floor, radiating breathtaking vulnerability.
My palms framed his enticing face. Eyes closed, he nuzzled his cheeks into hands, wrapping my knuckles in a soft, thawing grasp, before I steered his massive frame towards the bed.
He opened his docile eyes at me, not expecting a gentle nudge of my fingers, that drove him onto the mattress.
A small grunt escaped his lips, his thick and powerful limbs now feeble on the fabric. He gave me an astounded yet servile look and began retreating upwards as I caged his legs with my palms, flexing on the mattress to crawl up his sprawling body.
The end of the bed emerged as his head sank into the cloud of pillows. I halted right above his trembling lips, our warm breaths mingled in between that hot inch of a distance which sucked at the breaths in my lungs.
His cheeks were flushing crimson, his eyes fluttering, too shy to look at me. He looked hot, and breathtaking. "Kiss?" In his moist mouth, I whispered, locking our gaze.
He gave me a trembling nod and whispered, "Please."
A flutter constricted my lungs, before I crushed my lips to his, my wide hips settling on his thick abdomen, my thawing fingers caging his handsome features.
His huge arms wrapped around my tiny waist in a tingling embrace, and pulled me close to his heaving, robust body while my mouth seeped sounds of pleasure into his mouth, kissing him with my tongue.
My tongue scoured his hot mouth, our naked bodies grinding with erratic movements, sending warm pulses down my body.
Smooching sounds echoed in that enormous, dark room, the heat of our bodies together slicing through the cold wind blowing in through the large windows.
I was growing hot and wet, softly growling into his mouth when suddenly, his lips left mine grumbling, his glittery eyes under his messy hair asking with his fragile tone. "You won't leave me … right?"
My breath paralyzed in my chest. The lightning cracked outside the window and rain began pouring.
Unnecessary guilt froze me; I had caused that – the pain in his eyes, the desperation in his limbs and the craving in his body.
I was the reason.
I was aware of my reality yet being the sole reason behind his imaginary pain felt hurtful.
But, … it also pleased me. The feeling of it delighted me. Regardless of him being a magic … a hallucination.
I was a devil to feel that, to relish being the source of someone's agony, being so important to someone that they feared being left behind.
I was bad. Anyone would say that. Even I would. But I wanted to be bad … for that while. I wanted to be as bad as possible.
Gulping down my dry throat, I purred against his lips, "I'm not going anywhere," squeezing his face hard in my hands.
What if I stringed his head a bit more? A thought boomed in my head. What if I hauled him to the point where even I couldn't control his tears?
"Really?" His sweet pleading tone lifted the veil of mist from my eyes — the veil of that notorious thought. I twitched, blinked hard before I said, "how about I prove it?"
His eyebrows drifted together, when pressed my lips against his neck, right below his sharp jawline.
An astounded whimper escaped his lips, his neck arching with just as much shock.
"So soft." I kissed, my lips crushing against his skin, his sweet scent only making that voice louder in my head.
With my palm over the curve of his neck, I slowly kissed down to his right collarbone, drawing my tongue out, soaking his skin wet.
He mewled, his large hands grasping my small shoulders, urging my lips to seek for more noises – noises which seemed like a reward for my hard work and the tough life I had lived so far.
I trailed down to his finely etched abs, then to his twitching abdomen, my knees caging his legs, pressed against the mattress. My eyes touching my eyelids, I watched him react to each kiss, his whimpers growing hotter.
"You like it when I kiss you?" I knew the answer already. Still, I wanted to hear him say it.
He looked down at me with his drowsy eyes, his lips breathing heavily and nodded, "y-yes."
A smirk titled the corner of my lips as my fingers cupped his toned chest, wringing them to see him wince. His eyes shut yet again. He bit into his lower lips and circled my wrists with his hands.
Thrilled, I planted kisses on his groin, clasping his erected nipples and rubbed them underneath my fingertips, preparing him for slightly brutal force, which followed right after.
I twisted his nipples as my lips kissed at the tip of his length. His mouth quickly widened, seeping out the sweet moans. He wriggled, nipped at his lower lips and looked at me with glistening and overstimulated eyes.
Gazing back, I ran my tongue down his clothed shaft, watching him quickly shut his eyes, eye brows pulled together and waist arching on the mattress.
I wanted to tell him how sexy he looked. In fact there were so many dirty thoughts in my head which wanted to burst in his ears, but I kept them to myself and simply slid my thumb in his mouth, kissing his shaft.
He began sucking my thumb with a soft, warm and tight grasp, when suddenly my eyes noticed the length of his cock – its enormous size.
An astounded gasp escaped my lips, I hadn't realised how thick and enormous he was. It invited my mind into the field of more treacherous activities. I dug my nails at the bottom of his cock and dragged them up to the tip, witnessing him slowly growl over my thumb, his eyes darting astonishment at me.
It seemed as though, even he didn't know he could feel that way.
"Does it feel good?" I questioned as I repeated the tease.
His body once again straightened and arched, "aghhh yefs." He stuttered, sucking my thumb like a dog sucking on a bone.
"I'm sorry, it's just your … cock caught me off guard." My breath jagged as I rubbed the tip of his cock with the tip of my thumb. "You're … huge."
My words might have triggered him because his underwear slightly soaked up over the tip of his cock.
"P-pleafse, dfon't sfay sforry." He whined, his tongue drooling around my thumb.
"You're leaking." I gasped hungrily as I slipped his underwear down, exposing his cock. It was throbbing, hot and crimson as if blazing.
A heat passed through me to the wetness in between my legs, my eyebrows rose and I grasped his cock. "Fu..ck." I exhaled and looked at his awaiting and tender eyes.
It felt as if he knew what I was thinking, he opened his mouth for my thumb to slip out. Instantly, I grasped him with that hand as well and began stroking him, from the base to the tip, watching him heave and moan to pleasure that coursed up to his body.
The pleasure pulsed from his groin to his arching waist, to his erected nipples, to his neck and then to throbbing temples.
His hands roamed all over his body, as if trying to scratch the itch he felt because of the pleasure while I growled under my jagged breath, squeezing his cock in between the strokes.
"Please…." He cried, his eyes glimmering with lust, "put it in."
END OF THE PART 5
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