8
RAVEN
Roman pusheshis tongue between my legs before dragging it to my clit and back to my center.
I rock my hips against his mouth while he finds immense pleasure in driving me wild with his fingers and his tongue.
He eats me out until I shake uncontrollably and look at him with drunken eyes, my hand in his hair, his stare flashing unfocused like mine.
“Can you do that again?” I ask, eyeing his rock-hard shaft.
Grinning, he falls to his back, snakes his arm around me, pulls me to his mouth, and spreads my legs over his chest.
He licks me from behind while I wrap my fingers around his cock, lower my head, and take him into my mouth.
Grunting and pushing his hips up, he helps me pull more of his hard-on into my mouth, hopping with me onto a crazy ride.
I suck on his crown and move my tongue around his girth, noticing vengeance in my touch while working to have my built-up frustration crumble.
It works for the most part, although the more I suck on him, the more I think about it, and the more critical this detail becomes. This is different from our deal, but my mouth is full, and my center is tingly from his lips.
And then he tosses me off, rolls me to my stomach, pulls me under him, forces my head back with his hard grip on my neck, and yanks my legs open to enter me from behind.
Damn it.
I express my surprise.
“Listen, I promised you something… And you’ll get that, but it will be on my terms,” he says, moving into me.
He slides his hand under me while I spread my arms over the mattress.
He cups my slit and teases my clit, but most of the tension comes from the fulness sensation spurred by his dick.
Every twitch strokes me deep inside.
He loves it, holding me down, entering me slowly, as he had promised, playing with my pussy while I’m stripped of control.
This is a different game, one I wouldn’t want to play any other way, but being submissive is not my strong suit, and he must know it.
His vigorous moves create a spiral of tension inside me.
The only thing he allows me to do is to arch my back and tense my body. Curving my spine tilts my butt up, offering him an even better angle to enter me.
Grunting, he expresses his pleasure.
“Tell me what you like…” he rasps, moving his hand and his hips simultaneously, creating two pillars of pleasure and igniting a chemical storm inside me.
I get swept away by the sensation.
“I like dangerous men, it seems…”
“Your words are flattering, but I’m not as dangerous as you think I am.”
“With me… Oh…”
I moan again, clenching around him.
He stops moving to delay my climax.