He allowed her the freedom to suck at him, to draw the pr**cum from the small slit in his c**k before he pulled back from her a second before ejaculation.
“So shy as you suck me,” he whispered. “You make it hard to believe you have never had another.”
“There has been no one else,” she cried out. “No one, Wolfe. And you could not object if there had been. Where the hell were you?”
He shook his head, his black hair flowing over his bare shoulders.
“You knew I lived. She would have told you I lived,” he bit out. “You would have known I was coming for you when I could safely do so. Yet you conspired to deceive me.”
He moved back and his lips went to her breast as though he could deny himself no longer, his tongue stroking over her hard nipple enticingly. He groaned roughly, his hand framing the swollen mound.
“Please,” she whimpered, arching against him. She needed him to take her deep in his mouth. To suck her ni**les with hard, hot draws of his lips.
He drew the small, hard tip into his mouth and began to suck it as she needed. Her groan was torn from her chest. It was so good. She could feel the pleasure traveling in a heated path to her stomach, her cunt. Both clenched in violent reaction to the hot lash of his tongue. Her vagina heated further. She could feel her juices spilling from it, coating the plump lips and soft folds that quivered for attention.
“When you are ready to tell me, Hope, then do so. Until then, I will play with your body to my heart’s content. And trust me, I will find my release, without allowing you to attain your own.”
CHAPTER FIVE
He moved over her body then, his lips going to her other breast, attending to it as he had the first. Hope shuddered, her body convulsed in desperate pleasure. She bucked against him; the fiery sensations assaulting her were more than she could bear. Dear God, she could never handle half an hour of this, let alone the time it would take to convince him she was telling the truth.
She whimpered as his lips traveled down her abdomen, his body settling between her spread thighs. She was open to him, her legs stretched out nearly as far as they would go, leaving her cunt vulnerable to his touch.
He licked her first. She lost her breath when his tongue swiped through the generous proof of her arousal. The syrupy juices coated her cunt, matting the tight curls and spilling down to her anus. And he was making a meal of it. He lapped at her pu**y; his tongue spreading heated ecstasy as he traveled through the cream-laden slit, sucked at her swollen clit, then plunged his tongue into her vagina.
Hope screamed. Her hips came as far off the bed as the ropes would allow; desperate, shattered pleas erupted from her throat as her cunt convulsed. But he wouldn’t allow the full climax. His tongue retreated as he uttered a tense chuckle, then moved to her clit. He licked it lightly, stroked it, sucked it into his mouth as she begged brokenly. Small, lightning-tinged explosions rocked her body, but gave her only a small relief.
She needed to cum. She needed a mind-numbing, screaming, sanity-destroying orgasm before she disintegrated in flames. His tongue was burning her alive; the way he lapped at the juices that ran from her pu**y, humming his enjoyment into her clit, stabbing his tongue deep inside her vagina.
Then his fingers were moving to her anus. Her eyes widened as one slid in slowly. She jerked against the ropes, shocked by his whisper of encouragement as he began to move the digit back and forth. Soon, another joined the first, until she felt the muscles behind stretched, fire searing her back entrance, lust rising to a crescendo that had her begging. And still he didn’t stop.
He moved from her then, walking to the small bedside table as she screamed out her frustration. He lifted a tube of lubricating jelly from the drawer, his eyes heavy lidded, sensuality marking his face as he watched her. When he returned to the bottom of the bed he loosened the ropes at her feet, but the adjustment only allowed for a certain measure of movement. Then he returned to kneel between her thighs.
His fingers returned to her anus, now liberally coated with the gel. He eased her for long minutes, stretching her, preparing her, making her crazy. Then he lifted her legs until they bent over his arms as he positioned his cock.
“Did they take you here, Hope?” he whispered as the head of his c**k lodged at the entrance to her ass.
He slid in before she could answer. A slow, measured thrust that had her arching to him, the bite of fire, the lance of pleasure/pain making her tighten against his erection as he slid to the hilt inside her.
She was stretched. Full. She gasped for breath, adjusting to his thick cock, fighting the licking flames of searing lust that rose to engulf her body.
“So tight,” he growled, thrusting lightly. “So sweet and hot and tight, Hope.”
She bucked in his arms, her head twisting against the sheets as her body tightened, pleading for more. Then his fingers were parting her cunt, sliding deep inside her, thrusting in counterpoint of his c**k as he began f**king her anus.
He slid nearly free, slowly, his movements smooth and all the more arousing for it. She clenched at the retreat. The thick head nearly came free of her ass, causing her to gasp in protest. She cried and pleaded as he pushed in deep, his fingers f**king her pu**y, his thumb rasping her clit.
She was close. So close. She breathed in roughly, feeling the waves building, higher, higher—
“Ah, not yet, love.” His c**k slid from her quickly as he moved away from the bed.
Shock held her frozen for long, agonizing minutes.
“You bastard!” she screamed out in frustration as he disappeared into the bathroom. “You perverted, rotten son of a bitch.”
She would kill him, she raged. When she got free she would claw his eyes out, cut his dick off. No, on second thought she would tie him down and torture him just as he had tortured her.
“Such language,” he called out as she heard water running, then shutting off. “I’ll have to be certain to punish you for this as well.”
He was grinning when he returned to her, his gray eyes lit with sexual mischief.
“Come, Hope, tell me what I want to know and you can climax. That’s all you have to do. Just give me the answers I seek.” He spread his hands mockingly before him in invitation.
“You bastard, I’ll kick your ass when I get loose.” She kicked at him now, but the ropes didn’t allow enough room to actually touch him.
He chuckled. He lifted her legs once again, then, with his eyes locked to hers, he pushed the hot, rigid length of his c**k into her weeping pu**y. Hope bucked against the agonizingly slow entrance. He stretched her almost painfully, sinking his full length into her, searing her with a desire so desperate she was afraid it would destroy her.