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His mouth is hot and wet against me, his tongue swirling and fluttering against my clit in much the same way I tortured him. My hips buck at the onslaught and he captures them, holding me down, forcing me to take whatever he doles out.
I toss my head from side to side as he increases the pressure, not trying to be neat or tidy. Everything he is doing is sloppy and wet, and it feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The pleasure is coursing through me, my whole body already tensing for the explosion that I know will happen if he keeps this up.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “That feels so good. Too good.”
“No such thing as too good,” he growls. He slides a thick finger inside of me, swirling it around, and I gasp. I’ve always been able to come from either internal or external stimulation, but the combination is a guarantee.
I feel my knees tighten as he licks and sucks my clit, and there’s a clutch low in my belly. My nipples strain, the tingling I felt earlier increased tenfold. My breathing picks up, as does my heart rate, pulse slamming against my chestandin my swelling clit.
I moan, clenching against him. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He doubles down, sucking my clit hard, his tongue still working against me, and it sends me over the edge. White spots lurch into my vision as my whole body stiffens and then erupts, throbbing pleasure bursting through me.
“Shit, I’m coming. I’m coming, I’m coming,” I chant it over and over in time to the sensations rolling through me. I can actually feel my clit expanding and contracting against his tongue, and I thrash as the ecstasy swamps me.
He moves lightning fast, lifting me again and setting me down on his cock before the spasms have stopped.
“Ride me,” he commands, and I can’t help but follow his order, my body still coming hard, over and over.
I slide as deep as I can and then drag back up.
He growls, grabbing my hips. “I can feel your orgasm.” His voice is suffused with both wonder and pride.
“Me too,” I pant. It’s never been like this before. I’ve come plenty of times, and some of them have been impressive. But they all eventually trail off. Not this one. The continued stimulation is drawing it out, so that I’m still throbbing and dripping, panting and moaning. Tears leak from my eyes at the intensity, but my body won’t relent.
I flex against him, hard, making us both grunt. “I can’t stop coming, Bradoc. Everything feels too good.” Another wave hits me and I clamp down on him, making him gasp.
“I never want you to stop,” he manages. “Keep going forever.” He slips his hand between us, his deft fingers sliding against my overworked clit, stimulating it all the more.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I moan.
Somehow, a new orgasm takes me under, without the first one ever relenting. It’s bright and sharp, and I scream.
Bradoc just chuckles and moves his fingers faster, all while upping the pace of his thrusts. I’m barely even moving on him at this point; I’m just hanging on, trying to survive the power of whatever is happening to my body.
“Keep coming. Keep milking me,” he orders and it’s like he owns my body, because I spasm on him hard when he says it.
“Yes,” he moans. “Just like that. It feels so fucking good.” He’s murmuring, dirty talk in his own language, the sounds harsh and guttural and hot.
He manages to thrust a little deeper, and I feel his flap stiffen inside me. Inexplicably, the sensation makes me tense all over again, my body preparing for the next wave.
“Unnghh,” I moan, nearly incoherent. Unable to form real words.
His shaft hardens noticeably, and my body reacts, clamping down tight, gripping it like a fist. We both cry out, and then he gives a final, heaving thrust, roaring as he spills inside me. The hardness and the heat of him tip me over the brink again, a fresh orgasm ripping through me, leaving me screaming until my throat is raw.
When it finally, finally stops, I collapse against him, shaking and panting.
“I’m not sure I’m alive,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“Take my word for it,” he says, amusement in his tone. “You are.”
I wait for him to soften, so I can detach. “How long until your flap goes down?”
“Why?”
“Well, we can’t, uh, disengage until it does, right?”
“And why would we want to do that?”
