Page 40 of The Devil’s Feather

I grabbed his chin. “Give it to me! Give me everything you’re holding back in that big, thick cock. Show me how much you want to fuck me with it and fill me up.”

Helpless, he collapsed against me, cock grinding against my hip as he sought a precarious release.

“God, I want to suck that big cock dry.”

Reaching into the front of my pants, I dipped my fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I shoved those fingers into his mouth and as far down his throat as I could reach, knocking the nipple chain free.

Rafael whimpered as he sucked my fingers—apparently he didn’t have a gag reflex—and strained against the chains.

I struck his thighs with the cane in my free hand. “Come. Now!”

He groaned. His muscles stood out in stark relief as his hips bucked against me once, twice. Hot dampness spread rapidly from the peak in his pants, soaking into my jeans. Fuck, that’s hot. There’s so much!

“Yes, god, I want you to fuck me.” Through my jeans, I rubbed my pulsating clit with the cane.

The second I removed my fingers from his mouth, Rafael snarled, “Loosen the lead chain.”

I gave it enough slack to let his arms down. He trapped me in the cage of his embrace. Falling to his knees, he ripped the nipple clamps off me with his teeth. I yelped, dropping the cane, and he seized a tenderized nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

Rafael kneeled, trapping me on his lap, and bent me backward over the crook of one elbow. He worked his hands around and clawed at my jeans for a moment until his fingers found purchase. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked them and my panties down to my knees. The pads of two fingers found their way to my clit, slicking over the surface.

He contorted to lift those fingers to his lips and lick them. “You still want me to fuck you?”

I took hold of his hair and yanked his head back to my breast. “Yes!”

“Grab that bottle of lube.” He jerked his chin toward it.

I stretched, snagging it with my fingertips.

He pulled back to spit in his hand. Two fingers penetrated me. Two large fingers. My turn to moan and squirm. Another finger joined them. The stretch intensified the thrusting, and he rubbed circles on my clit with his other hand. God, he was going to split me up the middle.

“Relax.” He tapped my inner thigh with his free hand. “You are clenching.”

I took a shaky breath, loosening my thighs and pelvic floor. Rafael rumbled approval, sucking my nipple into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. My soul rose to the surface of my skin.

I threw my weight down, forcing his fingers as deep as they would go. He bit, and I cried out. A fourth finger joined, making a cone. My juices poured across his hand.

“So wet. You can take a lot,” he murmured with admiration. “Lube my hand.”

Logical brain said I might regret this. Horny brain was much, much louder. I poured the silky liquid over his fingers.

Rafael shoved his fist inside me. I wailed and bucked as his callused knuckles breached my gates, stretching me to my limits. He switched nipples, twisting his coned fist inside me. Impaled, I writhed.

“Harder,” I snarled, yanking his hair.

Rafael laughed against my breast and pummeled me.

“Harder!”

Each shot at my steadily bruising cervix took me higher and higher. The pain floated me right out of my body. Higher, higher. He strummed just the right note on my clit, and I burst apart.

I screamed and thrashed, pounding his shoulders with my fists as my legs shook. It went on for ages. The single longest, most punishing orgasm of my life. My voice went through three pitch changes. Little by little, Rafael withdrew his hand and let me drift back down to earth.

Still shaking, I clumsily unlocked his cuffs. He caught me as I slipped, cradling me against his chest.

“Goddamn, that was intense,” I gasped.

He brushed my sweaty hair out of my face. “Was I too rough with you?”