“Ew. I’m covered in dried blood and who knows what else.”
“Blood and grit are your colors, puppet. They make your skin glow.”
He tucked his knife away and moved close again, this time going right to down to his knees.
I tried to move my pussy away from his face, failing spectacularly due to the restraints.
“I’d love to worship your body all night, but we’re gonna have to make this quick.”
“Get away from me,” I ground out, attempting to twist away.
His hands clamped down on my hips, locking me in place. Head tilting back, the coal black eyes of his mask met with mine.
“You can cry, scream, beg, if you want to. It’s not going to stop me from taking what you’re pathetically trying to protect.”
“Fuck you,” I seethed.
“Patience,” he implored, dragging my underwear down to join my shorts. He let me go to raise his mask just high enough that only his mouth was exposed and then aligned his face with the center of my thighs.
His leather clad palms skimmed over the back of my legs, inching them further and further apart until I was spread wide open.
His mouth met with my apex, his soft lips making a trail to my pussy. Once there, he tenderly kissed and licked down and then back up, using two fingers to fully expose my clit. He cupped his mouth over it and began to tease me with his tongue, going from side to side and working it in a circular motion.
I clamped my mouth shut and rolled my lips together.
I struggled to suppress the moans building within my chest, making it hard to breathe.
“Let me hear you,” Ciaran demanded, swiping his tongue down my slit, slowly easing it inside me.
I could feel it as my pussy contracted. He rotated his hand and brought the pad of his gloved thumb down on my clit, rolling the swollen nub in torturously slow circles.
Beneath the mask my face flushed, sweat beaded on my brow. The pleasure built, causing my abs to contract as electricity shot through me.
I tried so hard to think of anything but coming in his mouth or how good this felt. We shouldn’t have been doing this, but right or wrong never mattered here. It was even more irrelevant when it came to me and him. He felt my body tense and smiled against my pussy, increasing pressure, maintaining the same tempo.
Unable to hold back any longer, moans started to slip through parted lips. The feeling of his strong tongue slowly making its way up and down my pussy and to my clit had my body trembling.
“You’re close,” he paused to tease. “Let go, puppet.”
With one hand, he reached around and grabbed a handful of my ass, burying his whole face in my pussy.
He was so deep inside me I felt his tongue between my walls as I spasmed. I moaned loudly, curling my fingers around the ends of my ropes.
My brain was in a state of static when Ciaran rose to his feet, leaving cum and juices between my thighs. I heard the faint sound of a zipper going down, snapping back to reality when I was suddenly slammed against the plywood.
“Ciaran,” I breathed, reaching out to stop him.
My arm snagged, promptly reminding me that I was tied up.
He slid his hands beneath the back of my legs and hoisted me up, using the bloodied plywood to brace my upper half, hooking my thighs over his arms. The head of his cock rubbed between my lips.
Without a word, he seated himself inside me. I moaned—loud. He held still for a minute, his body tense.
Mine did the same, pussy stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. Holy shit his dick was bigger than I remembered. Thick and veined in all the right places.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured only loud enough for me to hear.
He pulled out, slamming himself back in. Not giving any further reprieve, he began to fuck me with hard, deep-seated thrusts. My chest was rapidly rising and falling, moans openly filling the air along with the sound of skin hitting skin.
My arms began to burn, still being held up by the ropes. It was overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of him being inside me. I was completely filled. As he pounded into me, I could feel his hard cock entirely.
“Let go, puppet. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear.
His warm, exposed lips brushed against the side of my neck, causing me to shudder around him. This felt overly familiar, like we’d done something it many times before.
Waves of pressure built inside me, increasing in intensity. It peaked again and again until I had to let myself go. I curled my hands into fists, squeezing the ends of my restraints against my palms.
A guttural moan tore from my throat as white-hot pleasure swam through my veins, toes curling from its intensity. My pussy contracted around Ciaran’s cock, spurring him into his own climax.