Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I give her some water, whisper sweet things into her ear while her heart rate decreases. Her body is reaching her limit, but it isn’t there yet. I wrap a warm blanket around her and cuddle her into me, keeping the drop of endorphins from pulling her under.
“I don’t know if I can do another one,” she says, cuddling her head in my chest.
“Are you safe wording, baby girl?” I ask her, needing to know if I reached her limit or if she’s warning me we’re approaching it. She contemplates for a moment but shakes her head no. Pride swells in me, warring with the sinful pleasure of knowing she’s this wrecked because of me. No one else has ever seen her like this, and no one else ever will.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby. I know you have at least two more orgasms you can give me tonight,” I whisper to her as I stroke her body, rekindling her fire. She lets out little sounds of exasperation like she can’t believe her body still has the energy to be turned on. Her body is betraying her in the most delicious way by responding to my affections, even after I’ve teased three orgasms out of her.
I pay special attention to make sure I don’t push her over the edge. I want to get this last orgasm out of her, needing to show her how out of her mind I can drive her before I find home in her pussy.
The overstimulation keeps her on the edge of pain and pleasure. She won’t be able to come right now. She’s holding her body too tight, protecting herself from the pleasure that has left her exhausted. The overwhelming sensations need to be narrowed. Focused.
“Please, please,’ she begs. She doesn’t know what she’s begging for. Her body is being challenged in ways it never has before.
I remove the vibrator from her clit, and her arching back collapses against the mattress. Her mouth gapes open, and I can tell she’s torn between thanking me for removing the device that she never realized could be so torturous, and begging for me to make her come.
Her fourth orgasm comes from my fingers. Slow and steady, I slip them in and out from between her legs. She’s so fucking wet and sticky, and I use her wetness to soothe her clit as I stroked my thumb on it and I crook my fingers inside her to stimulate her nerves.
Watching Emma fall apart is something I will never tire of. The way her mouth drops open and her eyes glaze over as they roll into the back of her head. She offers herself up on a damn platter, her back bowing to give me the perfect access to her straining nipples, her pussy chasing after the sensation, hoping to extend the pleasure.
I don’t give her much of a chance to recover from her orgasm. Before reality comes crashing back down on her, I roll a condom onto my cock and slip it into her hot, waiting pussy.
“Enzo!” she cries out as one orgasm extends into the next. I fuck her mercilessly. She feels like a goddamn vice squeezing my cock in her silky heat, and I’, already so damned, worked up from watching her cum again and again.
Her fifth and sixth orgasm come from my cock.
Her body is barely more than limp as I fuck her. She struggles to keep her eyes open, so worn out from the toll the pleasure took. The exertion was almost too much for her body, as I use her like a fuck-doll to chase my release. She whimpers, a pathetic little noise as her body gives me what I want. Just before my orgasm, I pull out and cover her body with my seed. I paint her, my masterpiece displayed on the bed. Arms tied up, eyes half shut, and fucking covered in cum.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I only take a second to collect myself, knowing Emma will need me to take care of her. I release her arms from the ties and check her skin to make sure none of the knots were too tight. I use some lotion I keep on the bedside table to soothe her skin. Then I take the strawed water bottle and encouraged her to take a few sips. Pulling the blanket up, I leave her to start a warm bath.
I can fuck Emma like my personal whore all goddamn day, but she’s going to know she’s my queen when we’re done.
I carry Emma into the bathroom and sink both of our bodies into the large clawfoot tub. She sighs and lays her head back against me. Her head is floating, evidence of a good fuck.
Her body sinks against mine while the warm water soothes her sore, overworked body. “Do you want me to put Matteo to bed tonight so you can just go to bed after this?” I whisper in her ear.