w wet I am. I’m so wet, and my pussy is shivering, trembling, quivering at his tongue’s every stroke, but there’s nothing I can do, I am even tied so taut that I can’t lift my pussy up for more. His fingers slide throw my slick folds, tantalizing me.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “Please, please Ethan, you aren’t going to tease me while I’m all tied up like this, are you?” I’m whimpering and needy, and I’m only half play-acting. I’m despite for his mouth and his fingers to really take charge of my pussy like I know he knows how to do.
“Well, I did tell you that I was going to punish you,” Ethan says, pressing his fingertips to my pussy opening but not sliding them inside me. I wiggle but I can’t move enough to slide his fingers into me. “Now you can’t get away. Maybe I should treat your pussy like an appetizer all night instead of the delectable entree I know it to be,” Ethan says, laughing.
Oh god, please don’t do this to me for hours! I want to scream that out but I don’t. Ethan laughing has me distracted. It is so nice to see him so happy that I forget about my pussy’s pain and suffering for a moment and let the deeper well of love course through my veins. “I love you so much, Ethan,” I say.
And then my pussy throbs.
“And I love you, and your pussy, too much to really make you wait. But scaring you like that is fun. Your face is adorable when you think I’m going to torture you. I think we have a lot of long nights in our future,” Ethan says. That smug fucking grin greets me.
“I’d like to sit on that grin. Be a gentleman and rub it all over my pussy for me?” I say, and I can’t help but smiling.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ethan says, and he presses his tongue into my pussy, then laps up my juices and flicks his tongue lightning fast over my clit so quickly, over and over again. The instant he shoves his fingers inside my pussy, I get so close to cumming. I take a huge deep breath, and his fingers curl up and stroke my G-spot. I’m so tantalizing close to cumming and I groan hard.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” Ethan says between his tongue strokes, and then he starts swirling.
I cum all over his face. He presses himself tight against me. My thighs struggle to close around him but I can’t, but he does a very good job trapping his face on my pussy like I want it. He laps up every drop my pussy has to offer, and my pussy just keeps offering more. I’m shivering, and when he pulls his fingers out of my pussy, I’m so fucking turned on when he shoves them in my open mouth, I forget to breathe and just suck my pussy’s cum off his fingers.
Then I feel his cock slide up my pussy and I cry out against his fingers, trying hard to breathe.
Ethan brings his hands to my breasts, cupping them and then tugging at my nipples. His mouth drops down to close over one nipple, then the other, while he fucks me, and I can’t believe how good it feels to be tied up and beneath him like this. Ethan looks incredible. He feels incredible. I’m absolutely desperate for him to fuck me more, and I’m utterly helpless to do anything about that because I’m all tied up.
I really fucking like this, though. There’s no one that I trust more and there’s nothing that feels better than being his to fuck. I love how he makes me feel. His massive cock explores the places where only he’s been inside of me, and where only he will be. I want to stay tied here in silk ropes on his massive four post bed until the world ends. I want to be Ethan’s forever. I love him so damn much that when that massive cock is impaling me, I feel like I’m already in heaven, right here on earth.
“Your pussy feels so damn good squeezing my cock like that. It is like you have a heartbeat down there, princess, the way you clamp, breathe, and strangle the life right out of my dick,” Ethan says, breathing haggard because he’s speeding up how fast he’s fucking me. The wet sound of us fucking feels the air. I’m so damn wet and the more he fucks me, the wetter I get.
“Oh, he feels plenty alive,” I say to Ethan. “Other cocks can’t be like this, I mean, you were born damn gifted,” I tell him.
Ethan looks at me and he has a confused, lopsided grin on his face.
“What?” I ask. Shit, did I say something wrong? I’m new to the boyfriend, fiance, getting fucked while tied to the bed thing.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Ethan says, reading the worry on my face. “I just thought about how I’d kill a man who fucked you, any man but me, and then all that anger just faded away. You know my temper. That never happens. But I have you. You’re mine, you belong to me, and I’m yours. With nothing to fear, there’s no need to be angry,” Ethan says.
He’s stroking long and slow into me and I’m moaning. But I’m listening, too. I’m not that new to this whole listening significant other thing. “Nobody’s cock will ever fuck me, much less like you do, Ethan. You’re the first and the last man that stuffs my holes up so fucking much I could pass out from the pleasure,” I tell him, and I swallow.
Ethan brings his thumb to my clit and swirls a tongue over one of my nipples and then the other. “You do belong to me, forever. I love you so fucking much, Emmaline,” Ethan says and captures my nipple between his teeth. “Now cum for me,” he says, biting down hard enough to make me yelp, wriggle, and have nowhere to go.
My pussy quakes beneath him and I’m struggling to breathe. When I catch my breath, mewling low in my throat at the deep, intense pleasure shooting through me, the orgasm that overtakes my body making me shake as much as I can in my restraints.
“I’m not done with your pussy yet, and your pussy’s not done cumming for me,” Ethan says. His mouth closes over my throat and his cock slides completely out of me, and then right back into me.
He slams back into me, then out completely. Ethan keeps stroking long into me, totally out and then totally in. It is maddening, but the intensity of the sensations in my pussy seems to skyrocket every time he slides back into me. Ethan starts slamming even harder into me each time and I feel my pussy starting to shake again. He stops lifting his whole body and uses just his hips to slide in and out of me, and closes his mouth over mine. The slams of his cock into my pussy knock the air out of me and he kisses me so passionately, I’m starting to get dizzy.
The orgasm doesn’t build slowly at all like I thought it would. His tongue slides into my mouth and the next orgasm is crack of lightning through my body, erupting from just how sensual his tongue is on me. Even though my hands are tied up, he reaches up and holds my wrists. I grip his hands holding him in this moment. My orgasm climbs even higher feeling Ethan’s hands in mine. His touch, his kiss, his cock, everything makes me want to drown in him. I feel so completely his and I’m aching to be his forever. I could stay tied to this bed forever. Ethan presses the full weight of his body against mine, crushing my breasts against the muscled planes of his chest. His lips kiss down my jawline and I gasp for air at the sheer force of the emotion and lust coursing through me. I can’t move to kiss him again. I can’t do anything but get fucked by him, and I’m desperate for him to keep fucking me. His cock is so deep inside me and I feel how close he is to cumming. I feel the cum between us from earlier slick with our sweat.
I’m a fucking mess right now and that makes it even hotter. I bet he licked his own cum off my nipples and that is just so raw and sensual that my clit twitches and I’m shivering with lust all over again.
“You’re a kinky fucker,” I say, the raw exactas of so many orgasms making me giddy.
“You’re a perfect dirty little princess, getting so nicely defiled for me. Do you like being tied down and fucked in your sweet mouth, in your tight little pussy?” Ethan is always up to more when he asks the question.
I open my mouth to answer and he closes his lips over mine, crashing his lips against mine with a passionate kiss that unfurls like the lust within me, still uncoiling deep in my belly, relentless as Ethan when he’s fucking me.
And then I feel his cock pull out.
Oh god, no, I need him to fuck me! He can’t be pulling out now! What kind of torture is this?