Claim - Page 21

He straddled her body. His cock jutted between them, and she had the urge to take him in her hands, her mouth. She moved to stroke him and remembered her bound wrists.

He chuckled, low and devilish. "Not this time, wife.”

He reached down and wrapped his own hand around his wide shaft instead, stroking himself until he groaned. She thought he might come on her, but a moment later he stroked her entrance with the tip of his cock.

She moaned, the desire to feel him inside her threatening to break her apart, but instead of pushing into her, he moved lower on the bed.

“I love your pussy, Kira.” His voice was a throaty murmur, his breath a whisper across her sensitive sex. “Have I ever told you that?” He ran his fingers through her folds and she moaned long and low behind the tie in her mouth. “I love looking at it, fucking it, eating it while you come.”

He rubbed circles over her clit and she closed her eyes. An orgasm was already building at her center, threatening to break free at any moment.

But Lyon knew her body like his own and played it like a masterful musician.

He removed his fingers from her clit and she felt him spread her open with both hands, exposing her pussy to the cool air in the room, to his hot breath. When he ran his tongue slowly through her folds from perineum to clit she bucked against his mouth, crying out behind the tie in her mouth.

She writhed on the bed as he buried his face in her, still holding her open for him. The sensation was exquisite, full of both torment and pleasure, and she sank against his mouth as he lapped hungrily at her pussy, tasting her like she was the last deep well in an endless desert.

“Fuck, you taste good, Kira.” He slid his fingers inside her and met her gaze from between her thighs, as if to prove that he was looking at her, that he saw her. “I could fucking eat you all day. Would you like that?”

Her pussy pulsed with hunger and she nodded, still looking into his eyes.

He dropped his eyes to her sex. “I bet you would. You’re a dirty little girl, wife. It’s one of the things I love about you.” He added another finger to the two that were inside her and moved them in and out of her channel while he made slow circles over her clit with his thumb. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned behind the gag. “You want everyone to believe you’re so prim, so proper, but behind closed doors you want to come all the time, will do anything for my cock, my mouth on your pussy. Isn’t that right?”

She didn’t answer and he withdrew his fingers. She opened her eyes and whimpered in protest.

“Isn’t that right?” he said, the command back in his voice.

She nodded frantically, anything to have his fingers back inside her, his mouth on her sex.

“Good,” he purred, sliding his fingers back inside her. “Good.”

He lowered his mouth to her sex and she gasped as he closed his mouth around her clit, sucking and lapping while he finger-fucked her with three fingers. Her hips moved with him, working in time as her body climbed toward release.

She was lost in the need to come, in the primitive desperation to ensure he didn’t stop.

She was grinding on his mouth now.

No shame. No dignity.

Just unapologetic hunger.

His mouth moved frantically on her clit while his fingers plunged in and out of her.

Faster… faster…

The pressure built at her center until she couldn’t stand it another second. She wanted to hang onto the feeling forever, but she also wanted to come, and that part of her wouldn’t be denied.

She let go of what was left of the tether tying her to reality and pleasure erupted at the center of her body. She bucked against his mouth, crying out behind the silk between her lips, her wrists knocking against the headboard above her head as the orgasm rippled through her body, an earthquake that threatened to tear her apart.

It went on and on, and when it finally subsided she was gasping behind the gag, Lyon still between her thighs, pressing kisses to the tender skin there.

He kneeled between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Good girls always get what they want.” He slapped her ass hard enough to make her moan. “And we both know what you want.”

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