He lifts my rear with the hand that’s not spreading me, but it helps so little when my bones have turned to jelly.
He positions my legs over his shoulders, setting me forward so that my belly rests against his forehead as he feasts.
His tongue grinds against my sex like a piston, relentless in its mission.
Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this before. The sensations are so intense, there has to be something wrong. This can’t be a normal response.
“I think I’m going to die,” I blurt out.
He laughs against my sex but continues licking my folds, hard and fast. Completely mission-focused.
“Oh, God—holy fuck!”
Firm lips press around my clit, which feels like a nuclear warhead about to detonate. I can’t fucking take it. I’m about to explode.
He sucks my clit rhythmically, moaning vulgar sounds like he’s actually enjoying the depraved act.
I-come-undone…
My body jolts, jerking through what can only be described as maelstrom chaos as Gage eats me. Reallllly fucking eats me. And even though it feels like a part of me is dying, my hips respond obscenely, grinding against his face, begging for more.
The rush fades just as quickly as it came, but an urgency remains.
Gage lifts me. He stands, sliding me down his body until his still-clothed groin is aligned with my core.
He’s not even going to undo the chains. He’s just going to fuck me.
And I can’t say I’m all that upset about it. There’s a desperate need welling inside of me, wanting to be filled.
My body is defective for wanting this.
He keeps me in place with one arm. With the other, he works his pants, undoing the button and pulling them down enough to get his cock out.
And of course I have to look at it, which is a mistake because it’s scary as hell.
Thick, massive, with a prominent vein running down its length, it promises to rip me open.
Should I object?
His cock presses against my sex, but not at the entrance. It’s rubbing against my clit, making my body tingle.
Jesus flippin’ Christ—my body needs to calm to fuck down before I explode.
Gage repositions my body, cradling me easily with one hand as he brings the other to the back of my head, pulling my face to his.
He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and I taste my pussy on his face. It’s deliciously vulgar, heightening my arousal.
The large hand moves down, cupping my breast. As much as I’m supposed to hate Gage—and I do—a part of me wants him to be pleased by my body.
He tugs my nipples roughly, bringing the stiff buds to points. Everything feels so sensitive, and I hate that I’m actually enjoying it. That I’m enjoying him.
The hand cupping my ass rocks me back and forth against his cock, and the throbbing returns. It’s maddening. Driving me insane.
“What are you doing?” I gasp into his mouth.
“You wanted to come.”
“I already came.”