I can’t even respond with words. All I can do is nod emphatically, ready to fall to my knees and plead with him to have his way with me until we’re both beyond satisfied.
He takes me by the back of my head, lightly gripping my hair at the roots.
“I told you not to be gentle,” I warn, backing up slightly to look him in the eyes.
My defiance turns him on, and he grabs my hair tighter into his fist until I wince subtly. “I don’t know if that’s really something you want to tempt, not sure if you’re quite ready for it,” he replies, smiling as he kisses me aggressively, biting my lip just a little too hard.
He’s really not messing around, and I’d let him do anything to me if I got to really see the full extent of his power for the first time.
No more games, no more holding back.
He moves my panties to the side forcefully, his finger finally making direct contact with my clit as he begins to play with it. He’s sending shockwaves of pleasure down my legs, causing them to tremble as I lean on him for support.
“Just tell me when to stop if you need me to.”
“Fuck you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his shoulders as I partially hang off him for balance. “I guess I’ll just consider it a challenge,” I continue.
I push him back, staring him right in the eyes and smiling coyly until he chokes me lightly. He squeezes the sides of my neck, and for a second, I see stars as he slips two fingers inside my pussy.
My legs buckle at the intensity of his motions, and I feel like I’m going to cum all over his hand already with so little foreplay. Now that I’m more sensitive, it’ll be so much more difficult to keep from cumming too fast.
Whether or not that’s a problem, I can’t say.
Adas can sense my desperation, pressing his fingers in deeper and fingering me slower and more methodically. It’s like he’s been studying my body for years, just like I always believed he had.
This time, I know it’s because we’re connected.
“Goddamn, you are so fucking wet for me already. Do you think you can handle feeling me fuck you?” he teases, his voice low like the growl of a lion ready to pounce for a gazelle’s throat.
He chokes me harder as I try to respond. This is a game he loves to play, and now that I have my full sensation at his disposal, he wants nothing more than to torment me with it.
Just when I feel like I can’t take it any longer, he slowly sinks to his knees, pulling my panties down with him as he kisses his way down my body. Without my panties, I’m dripping down my legs, and he’s eager to lick it up for me.
His mouth feels so warm on my throbbing, aching pussy as the chill of the AC lingers on the rest of my skin. The contrast makes me so much more sensitive, and I stand on my toes as his tongue works me into a puddle of moans and whimpers.
“Come on, I know you want to cum,” he taunts, pausing for a moment to look up at me with eyes so sick and satisfied with me suffering.
“I’m not going to, not yet,” I shudder.
Neither one of us believes me, but I’m going to fight as hard as I can to not let him have the last word.
He knows I’m not going to last long, but I feel the intensity of his kisses pull back a bit. He truly wants to watch me struggle as I tremble at the slightest provocation.
The warmth between my legs grows steadily, radiating from my clit down my legs and up into my lower belly. Every orgasm I’ve had in recent memory has started like this, but now that my nerves have been fully awakened, I fear I won’t be able to hold off as easily as I could before.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns as he begins to suck my swollen clit just lightly enough for me to nearly collapse from the intensity.
“Please, you know exactly what you’re doing,” I say breathlessly, reaching up and down the wall for some kind of support as I feel myself slipping.
Adas reaches up and puts my legs on his shoulders, supporting my weight entirely as he continues eating my pussy.
The heat grows until I’m right on the edge of orgasm, and right before Adas can attempt to pull back and torment me even longer, I cum so hard that I nearly black out from the overwhelming pressure in my lower body. My mind blanks, and all I can see is a vast, velvet blackness behind my eyelids.
For a few seconds, at least, I feel completely serene.
“You weren’t supposed to do that,” he says, sounding more than a little bit pleased with himself.