I’ve never had a man lick me so intimately like he is. Most men I’ve been with use their fingers to get me off. It’s ecstasy. Any man I’m with after this will be required to lick me if he wants me to have sex with him.
His tongue continues over my folds until he finds my clit. He flicks it fast as my juices fill my sex. He licks them up, spreading them over my clit as I moan and arch my back.
I pull at my hands wishing I could touch him. Wanting my hands free to play with his thick hair.
His eyes tease me as he looks up at me and then he plunges his fingers inside me while he keeps licking my exterior.
I expect pain. But it’s nothing but pleasure. An experience I haven’t felt with a man before.
His fingers slip in and out quickly while my legs begin to tighten around his head and my eyes roll back in my head. My toes c
url as he continues licking me and I scream.
“Jesus,” I cry as I come on his fingers, his tongue not slowing down until he’s pulled all of my orgasms out of me.
My body needs to rest, but he doesn’t let me rest. Not until he gets what he wants. His fingers pull out of me, and I feel my legs being pushed wider as he kneels between them, pushing his cock nearer my entrance.
He doesn’t wait for permission. He pushes his cock inside me, making me cry out from the intrusion.
But I don’t feel pain. Not one drop of it. My eyes widen as he smirks, holding my legs but not moving while he waits for me to realize how much my body is aching for him.
He raises an eyebrow, asking if I’m ready and I bite my lip in response.
“I got you, beautiful.”
He rocks in and out of me, and my body comes alive like it had been dormant all these years, waiting until his cock reached inside and brought me back to life. I can feel everything. Every magnificent craving inside my body. Need. Excitement. Lust. It all takes over, pushing out the negative emotions I’ve been living with for months. Far too long to understand what’s happening.
I forget about everything except being here with him. I’m willingly having sex with my kidnapper and enjoying it. What’s wrong with me? And why didn’t I make him fuck me sooner?
He thrusts, and my body responds.
“Oh my god!” I cry when he rocks deeper, hitting a sweet spot I didn’t realize existed within my body.
“Tell me to stop.”
I chuckle as he brings my body higher. There is no way I want this to stop.
“Tell me to stop!” he demands, his voice harsh.
“Stop,” I whisper.
“Louder. Scream it.”
“Stop!” I scream, and my body comes at the same time he does. Pouring his seed into my body.
I close my eyes and then open them with a goofy grin on my face while Matteo’s cock still rests inside me. When I finally catch my breath again, I ask, “Why did you want me to yell stop?”
He pulls out, and the emptiness is instant. I want him again. Now.
He stares at my hands, and I realize I can let go. I’d forgotten I could let go, that they weren’t tied above my head.
“Because I wanted you to realize you have more power than you think. You have control over your body. You have control of your memories. Only you have the power to get rid of the nightmares.”
I swallow hard, listening to his words. He stands up, and pulls the covers over me.
“Now sleep.”
“Wait.”