A Game Of Temptation

He groaned long and low, his head falling forward to rest on my neck, and his tongue flicked out, playing with my skin, setting me on fire. “You’re going to fucking kill me. I won’t last long in your mouth.”

Oops. Had I said that out loud? Apparently, he had taken me to a whole new point of horny where the filter between my mouth and brain was obliterated.

He continued thrusting into my hands, slowly and unhurriedly, while still assaulting my neck. All of a sudden, he drew his hips back, sliding out of my hand completely then pushing on my shoulders until I lay flat on the bed, my feet on the ground, on either sides of him. Spread out almost naked before him like this, I should have probably felt self-conscious, but I didnt. I was completely confident in my own skin.

“Look at you,” He murmured, his eyes roving over me. “So fucking beautiful.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I moaned. His voice did such crazy things to me. My thong was now sticking into my folds uncomfortably, and almost as if he could read my thoughts, his fingers wedged into both sides of mt thong on my hips and rolled them down my legs, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes.

“Have to taste you.” He grunted, his eyes fixated on the flesh between my legs, and that was the only warning I got before he dove in.

I jerked from the impact of his tongue on my centre, and his hands flew to my hips, holding me steady. My mouth fell open in shock, pleasure and agony. He shoved his tongue into me, fucking me with it with at a shockingly fast pace that pushed my already torteured body swiftly towards release. He played with my clit for a bit, sucking on it hard and that was when an orgasm hit me. Hard, and fast and so bloody intense that my eyes fell shut and I screamed loud enough to wake the people in the rooms closest to us.

He didnt even give me time to compose myself. I was still semi-unconscious when I heard the unmistakeble sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and I instantly knew that he was sheating himself. I didnt want to miss the image so I struggled to open buy eyes and watch him, just in time as he rolled the rubber down his length. It had to be an extra extra large and yet, it still looked like it didnt fit.

He stroked the long length of him. Once. Twice. I couldn’t explain what it did to me. Him standing there, with his legs planted wide apart and his long, hard dick, rigid between his thighs, jutting and curving upwards towards his belly button as he stroked the length, had me squeezing my thighs together and my core, p[ulsing, grasping on emptiness.

He walked towards me with a predatory gait, never relenting in the stroking of his dick, almost as if he knew what the sight did to me.

“Show off.” I scoffed, the words coming out airy.

He grinned, finally reaching the bed. I backed away until I was fully on the bed and my legs weren’t on the ground anymore. He wasted no time in climbing in after me and then settling between my thighs.

Missionary? He didnt look like the type.

He leaned down and captured my mouth, my nipples brushing against his chest. He ate at my mouth, our tongues dancing together in an easy rhythm. It wasnt rushed like the last time, it was a languid, tender kiss and it was a little much for me. I wrenched my lips away, just as he lifted my legs, holding them up and together with one hand. With the other hand, he lined up his dick at my entrance and shoved inside me.

A scream ripped out from my throat, and he swiftly pulled back and slammed in again, not even allowing me too grow accustomed to his size. He was bigger than every other guy I had been with and I could feel every delicious inch of him. The wide mushroom head, the veins running along his length-the same ones that I had wanted to tongue-and every throb. I felt everything inside of me.

I was so full to the point that I couldnt think about anything else but the throbbing inside of me and it would have been uncomfortable if not for the shockwaves of pleasure that coursed inside of me with every thrust he made. I looked up at him and saw that he was watching my face for reactions. I found that oddly arousing and he could tell because I grew wetter, his thrusts becoming easier.

He leaned down, pressing my legs to my shoulder on either sides of my face. “You feel so good.” He grunted against my lips before kissing me. I moaned into his mouth as he picked up the pace, his thrusts coming harder and faster, his dick wrecking havoc on my insides.

He pressed my knees into my shoulders more and my ass almost came off the bed. From this angle, it was different. On one particular thrust, he hit my g-spot and I threw my head back on the bed, moaning.

“Oh, fuck.”

He did it again, and again, and on the fourth time, my orgasm hit me. It started with tingles spreading across my body and down my spine. When it hit me, I shrieked, my legs flailing all over the place as I shook uncontrollably.

“Shit. I’m coming.” I found the strength to moan.

“I can feel you clamping around me.” He ground out, his jaw clenched tight.

He rode it out, even as my walls contracted around him. He rode every blissful wave and by the time I finally came down from my high-which felt like years-my vision was blurry. I whimpered when he pulled out of me, but then he simply flipped me onto my stomach and shoved into me again, propping me up by my hips.

He was insatiable. Licking, fucking, biting, kissing, it seemed like he wanted to leave as much marks on my skin as he could. By tomorrow, I was pretty sure there were going to be more than enough. As if what he was doing to my body wasnt enough to remember him by, he was also leaving marks on my skin. Ugh.

“I’m coming.” I announced weakly again, and this time, when I went under, he came with me. He slammed into me several times, his balls slapping against my ass like a man possessed. I felt him swell inside me, making me impossibly fuller, then I felt his cock jerk as he reached his release. He seemed to come forever, and groaned long and low.

He kissed my shoulder before he pulled out of me, my pussy grasping him as iff reluctant to let go, and he groaned again. I was left feeling empty as he withdrew, getting up from the bed to dispose off the filled condom.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I was too weak to get up, so I laid exactly where I was, in that same position, trying to catch my breath. My head was turned to the side, so I saw him as he walked-no, staggered-back to the bed, wondering what the ghell he was doing.

He climbed up onto the bed and laid down on it, pulling me towards him. I slapped his hand away.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping, of course.” He said like I was the most oblivious person on planet earth.

“Not on this bed, you’re not.”

He cocked a brow at that, but he didnt say anything. Instead, infuriatingly, he closed his eyes and proceeded to go to sleep. Which just wasnt happening. I tapped his shoulder. When those alluring green eyes popped open, I said, “get off.”

“Give me one reason.”

“I dont share a bed.”

He stared at me for a bit, probably realising that I wasnt joking around, then, surprisingly, he got up and walked towards the wardrobe, presenting me with a lovely view of his ass, where he fished out a blanket and walked out into the living room

Thank fuck he didnt try to argue. I didnt have the strength in me for it. Dragging the covers over me, my lids slid shut and I drifted into sleep right away.