Chain of Lust (Spirit World 2)

“Maddie…” he whispered.

When she looked straight into his eyes, they were blazing.

He arched his hips forward, as if he yearned for more. No more teasing. His arrogance vanished. She was truly in control.

She sucked his cock. Jean-Luc made a choking sound. He fisted her hair. His cock quivered, as if it loved what she did. His crown nudged at the roof of her mouth. His fingers dug at her scalp. His breathing laboured.

Jean-Luc swallowed. “I…”

Maddie sucked him and popped him out of her mouth. She pumped his shaft. “Yes?”

He trembled. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Fuck.”

“Hmm. I thought this was called giving head,” she said mockingly.

He snorted. His laugh turned into a groan when she returned her attention to his cock. She caressed him with her tongue, licking him from balls to tip. She nipped his veined shaft, bestowing him with dozens of butterfly kisses. She swirled her tongue on the ridge of his cock-head, tracing his shapely crown. Jean-Luc fidgeted. He leaked again. She noticed and swept it clean with her tongue.

“Maddie, you’re killing me.”

A jolt of triumph coursed through her. Usually, he put her in this position, but now he had melted in her hands. She stroked him slowly. He halted his breath when she squeezed his balls and licked them as if they were coated with honey.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered.

Maddie arranged her breath and tried to take his whole length into her mouth. She couldn’t. She gagged. She quickly recovered and sucked as much of him as she could. His whimpers turned into a string of incoherent mumbles. His eyes widened when she released him from her mouth. “There. Nice and hard. Just the way I like it.” She gave him a few more strokes and stood up. She went to the rack and contemplated which shirt Jean-Luc should try first. “I think this one would look good on formal occasions.”

Jean-Luc’s expression changed. “You didn’t…”

“I beg your pardon?” Maddie enjoyed her taunt.

“You’re not going to leave me like this.”

“I’m sorry. I’m what? Leaving you unfulfilled? Didn’t I just tell you, I can play your game too?”

“This is bullshit.” Jean-Luc snatched her wrist and yanked her into his arms. “You can’t just dangle a piece of meat in front of a dog and then deny him the treat.”

“Oh? What you going to do about it?”

“What a dog usually does—take the treat anyway.” Jean-Luc slipped his hands under her skirt and ripped off her panties.

“Hey? Are you crazy? How am I supposed to get home without them?”

“This is a clothing store, isn’t it?”

“Jean-Luc!”

He silenced her protest with his mouth, kissing her deeply until her thoughts muddled and jumbled. Jean-Luc broke the kiss and positioned her on the bench. He made her brace against the cushions as he lifted her skirt to her waist.

Jean-Luc drew a sharp inhalation. He caressed her naked ass. He pushed her legs wide open.

“Jean-Luc!”

He ignored her. She felt his heat on her cunt. His cock rested against her pussy lips. She became very wet in a matter of seconds. Maddie looked down, watching the tip of his cock peeking under her clitoris. She could feel his glorious length and his granite-hard shaft pulsed. Jean-Luc seized her hips, anchoring her l while he pulled and pushed, rubbing his whole magnificent length against her pussy lips. Without a word, Jean-Luc thrust into her dripping heat.

“Oh,” Maddie cried.

His cock speared her until he was sheathed balls-deep inside her. She clawed the bench’s floral upholstery, trying to get a better grip. The initial penetration had knocked the breath out of her lungs. Jean-Luc dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and pulled his cock all the way out. Then he slammed back in with brutality. He pulled out. Rammed in. Faster. Harder. He rocked her, battering her with lash upon lash of vicious fucks. She couldn’t breathe. Her body swayed. Her knees wobbled.

“Jean-Luc,” she moaned.