Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

Before she can protest, I draw her nipple into my warm mouth while I pluck and pull on the other. She doesn’t want to love this, but I know she does, because her body language is giving her away. Her head thrashes, and I feel her push her chest into my mouth, heaving with need as she lets out a low, traitorous moan.

My cock strains against the confines of my dress slacks. I’m throbbing and hot with my own need. I leave her breast and trail wet kisses up her neck until I reach the shell of her ear. Her scent is sultry and provocative, making me insane with lust. She’s a little goddess, and at this very moment, she could almost control me as one of her worshippers. I breathe into her ear, panting heavily, trying to control my lust. Thick desire laces my voice. “I think you want this, Princess. I bet if I checked your pussy this very moment, you’d be dripping wet just for me. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least to find you like this kind of kink.”

I don’t expect her to respond to me vocally; any idiot can plainly see she’s on fire. The Blyss is in full swing. I can feel it. Her body is writhing as she responds to my every touch. I feel her body giving itself over to me, giving in to my wordless demands. An audible moan escapes her lips, and I smile knowingly.

I reach between her legs, allowing two of my fingers to sweep into the opening of her soft slit as her body shakes with need. A groan escapes from the back of my throat. “Oh, yes, Princess, so wet, so responsive to me.” I’ll be damned—she wants this, wants me.

I push two of my fingers deep inside her wet entrance, stretching and filling her, and she lets out an animalistic call all her own. “You like me in your sweet pussy? Tell me what you want, Julianna. I want to hear my name roll off your tongue.” Her body tries to twist away, but the sensations are too intense; she can’t escape the sweet torture. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Nick! Nick…oh.” She swallows hard, pausing to catch her breath as she licks her dry lips. “Yes, please…” And there it is—her voice of surrender.

“Please, what? Tell me.”

“Please, take me. I need you to put out this fire,” she begs.

“Your wish is my command, love.” I start twisting and plunging my fingers, curving them to rub her sweet spot inside her silk-lined pussy.

“Oh, God...Nick!” she cries out with another traitorous howl. She pants wildly, bucking her hips against the palm of my hand. When I add a third finger, she breathes out a rough whisper. “Yes, Nick, please...don’t stop.”

“Oh, baby, I’ve got so much pleasure to give you.” My fingers thrust in a steady rhythm as they plunge in and out of her wet folds. “Feel good, love? You like me rubbing against those virginal walls of your pussy? I can feel your muscles quivering against my fingers.” I lick and nip at the erotic place behind her ear as I breathe in her heady fragrance. I refrain from kissing her. I want to hear my name from her lips as she comes for me for the first time.

I press my thumb firmly against her bundle of nerves and begin massaging it in small circles. Her legs shake uncontrollably against my thighs, and I’m thankful for the restraints holding her up. I want to watch her fall apart under my ministrations as I make her mind and body submit to me. “Come for me, sweet Princess. Ride my fingers, work your hips, and take your pleasure.”

“Nick!” she screams in a raw cry of desperation as her hips undulate without shame. Her body obeys my every command, frantically racing toward its release. Her entire body begins to tremble uncontrollably in an earth-shattering climax.

“How does it feel to have my fingers inside your soaked pussy? Can you hear them fucking you?”

“Oh, my God, please...Nick...”

In the midst of her orgasm, her sharp cry pierces my soul as pleasure rips through me at the sound of my name. I can feel her pussy quiver and spasm around my fingers, and I growl as my dick throbs with need. With her mouth parted, her labored breathing comes out in quick puffs while her lips form an O. She coats my fingers in her luxurious juices, creating erotic wet sounds that have me almost spilling my load. My dick is ready to be nestled deep inside her, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last when it happens, but there will be plenty of time for marathon sex later.

I lift my head to see her flushed cheeks, and her exquisite blue eyes swirl with euphoria. I slow the pace of my thrusting fingers, giving her time to catch her breath as she comes down from her orgasm.