Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)

“Ahhh!”

I stretch my feet again to get a foothold on the bed, but all I manage to do is close my legs around his face, bringing his writhing tongue deeper into me. He flicks against my entrance.

I curl and straighten my legs.

“That’s right, baby. Struggle. Show me how crazy my tongue makes you.”

He adds another finger, and my arms jerk.

“I want to touch you too,” I gasp.

“Oh, this?” He leans away from me, and I can see his cock standing against his abs. Pre-cum glistens in the darkness.

“You’ll touch this. Just your mouth. But now it’s my turn.”

He drags his long, slick tongue between my puffy lips and opens his mouth wider, feasting on me while I screech and throb. He whirls his tongue through my slickness, thumping lightly over my clit, then pushing inside my hungry cunt. My asshole pulses at the whims of what’s inside it.

Somewhere far away, I’m aware of his fingers pulling out of me, of him adjusting the angle of the harness and lowering me back down to the bed. He eases my legs out in front of me and ensures I’m sitting firmly on the bed before he stops the churning of the rope above me. I’m on my ass in a semi-reclined position—with my arms still stretched above my head.

He nudges his hand between my thighs and glides two fingers back inside me. He flexes them, and he must brush my G-spot, because the jolt of bliss is so intense, I come up off the bed.

“Oh shit!”

With one fingertip still curled against the tender spot, another writhing against my inner walls, he gives my pussy a slow, warm tongue-kiss.

I jerk in the ropes. I can feel my moisture seep out over his lips.

“You’re clenching tight around my finger. You’re so wet and swollen. I think you’re getting ready to come soon.” He licks me, from where I’m dripping around his fingers up to my throbbing clit. “How do you feel, with your thighs drenched and your pussy stuffed? That ass of yours is so damn full. Do you feel the egg inside you... ?”

He makes a lazy circle around my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moan loudly. “I can smell you, Cleo, taste you. You can’t help it, can you? You’re so wet, so close.”

I feel him drag his mouth down my sopping slit. His puffy lips tease over me as his fingers, stretching me inside, push deeper. He’s right about how wet I am. I’m dripping down my thighs. I buck my hips, trying and failing to press myself against his hot tongue. I need release, but I can’t move. “Oh please...”

The rhythm of his probing quickens and he rolls his tongue over me, lapping... oh God...”Oh God! FUCK fuck!” I come screaming. Kellan groans into my folds, sending pleasure back through me. “Oh God...”

While I’m still panting from the onslaught, pressing my thighs together and letting my head loll back between my raised arms, he reaches back under me, parts my ass cheeks with the base of his hand, and rolls two fingertips over my well-lubed sphincter.

I gasp because I’m stretched already, stuffed full of whatever he put there while I slept. His fingertips stretch me even more, until it hurts—so good my pussy throbs. His fingers stroke in deeper. I moan as he draws the warm egg out.

“Oh God.”

I feel like... some kind of fuck toy.

My asshole throbs as I sag; the binds around my upper body keep me suspended, swaying.

“You’re dripping everywhere, Cleo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a wetter pussy...” With his fingers still in my pussy, Kellan lifts my ankles to his shoulders, and I feel a different pressure at my backside. Something bigger...

“Kellan,” I pant.

His fingers, in my pussy, wriggle encouragingly. “Relax and take a deep breath, Cleo.”

I do as he says, and let out a low grunt-groan as something thick and hard slides into my ass. It spreads me wide, stinging even as the pressure of it inside lights up all my nerve endings. At first the sensations tell me it’s his cock, but then I sway a little in the harness, and I realize that’s not possible.

His fingers, still inside my pussy, stroke. I press my heels against his shoulders, trembling slightly as I move my ass in time with the throbbing pressure inside.

Kellan slides his fingers out of me, and I want to scream. He lets my legs down, comes between them, parts my puffy lips with his fingers, and wraps one arm around me, holding my lower body in place while he works his hard, thick cock into my cunt.

I’m at his total mercy. Swaying slightly. Stuffed. Invaded. His arms coil around my waist to keep me locked against him as he fucks me... brutally. So hard and good I start to cry.