Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)

He pulls himself out, and instantly I’m at a loss. Moving toward my chest, he unclips my bra and motions for me to hand him my wrists. I do so, and he carefully uses the straps to tie my wrists together, then he pulls them up and ties the other strap looping it around the iron headboard. With one last tug, I’m strapped tight.

I can handle this.

A little kinky, how very exciting!

Next, he pulls my panties down stopping mid-thigh, with his face down toward my pubic bone, he lowers himself and inhales my arousal. With his eyes closed, I see the turmoil in his expression and the way his jaw locks down. He continues, not stopping until they are completely off. Showing off, he clutches them in his hands like they’re a prize and moves them toward his face and inhales once again.

“These are soaking wet… you’re soaking wet. Tell me, Adriana, you think you can handle what you’re about to experience?”

My face widens with a smirk. “Give it to me, all of it. You’ll be surprised what my body will do for you.”

He’s insatiable and fuck me sideways, backward, every which way, this beautiful man is all mine.

“I want you to prove it,” he tells me.

“Prove what my body will do for you?”

He nods, and without breaking my gaze, he uses my panties to tie my ankles together. It doesn’t click, wondering how he will fuck me if my legs are shut tight, but then he bends them, and my legs fall apart tied at the ankle.

“Hard and fast,” he repeats.

With his thumb and forefinger, he spreads my lips exposing my clit, and with a slight rub, he glides down to the entrance. He enters me with two fingers, something I can handle. Thrusting hard, no slowness in his movements, he enters his third finger as my body jerks unexpectedly. Twisting and turning, I’m moaning loudly as the pleasure of his fingers inside builds up the moisture allowing him to glide with ease.

“Are you ready?”

I look at him confused, and with a deep thrust, he slides in another finger.

Holy fuck! From the motions, I can tell his thumb isn’t inside, and I’m one finger away from being fisted which frightens me to the core. I clench in nerves, but his hard-and-fast command is not allowing me even to think let alone tell him I don’t want to go further.

Just go with the flow, Adriana.

There’s a slight pain, but I zone out, focusing on other sensations that are screaming out to me, the way my skin is covered in goosebumps, how my nipples are hard and perky. The aches down below are starting to build again, and with every thrust, my muscles begin to clench and pulling me out of the subliminal state is my overwhelming need to pee.

What the?

The urge is building, and I squirm to get him to stop without having to say the words, but it’s almost like he knows, lunging his fingers even deeper which only makes it worse. I’m tied, unable to physically move, begging him with my eyes to stop, yet he seems aroused by my uncomfortable state. Just say it now, say you need to pee in case you turn this into a golden shower.

“Hold it in,” he says, licking his lips.

So, he knows I need to pee? Why doesn’t he stop? I’m panicking at the sensation, and when it’s clear he won’t back down, I open my mouth to say something, but he beats me to it.

“Focus on me.”

How can I focus on him when I’m pretty sure I’m about to pee all over him in just a few moments?

Oh, dear God, how mortifying! Okay, just breathe and focus on him.

Let your body trust him, Adriana.

My eyes wander to his cock, standing hard and proud, the tip oozing with his juiciness. Fuck, is he going to come doing this to me? The temperature in my body rises, and the more I focus on him, the more I ache, and the familiar pressure is back, but I can’t stop, and I don’t want to stop. The sensation prickles every part of my body, and I squirm as he drives his fingers so hard, and then suddenly, he has consumed all of me. I explode. He pulls his fingers out in a wild hurry, and all I can feel is the rush, no, more like gush of liquid squirting out of me as my body contracts. I ride out the most intense orgasm of my entire life, panting and moaning loudly as my throat caves struggling to come up for air.

Motherfucking holy shit, that was insane. I want to laugh, cry, and scream from the rooftops.

Afraid to open my eyes, he doesn’t hold back and slams into me with his cock, gripping onto my ankles mid-air.

I want to see him come.

I want my beautiful man to explode inside me.