Page 105 of Cyber Revenge
He fucks me with his tongue.
“FUCK!” I cry out, my body arching off the chair, my wrists straining against the silk that holds me in place.
He growls against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me.
“I can feel you, killstreak,” he murmurs, his tongue thrusting deeper. “So close… You gonna come for me?”
“Yes… fuck, yes…”
His lips wrap around my clit, sucking hard as his fingers replace his tongue, thrusting deep, curling perfectly, hitting that spot that has me seeing stars.
“Come for me, my wife.”
My wife.
The words are a trigger.
I shatter.
My orgasm slams into me, hard and fast, my body trembling as I scream his name, the pleasure ripping through me in waves that leave me gasping for air.
Trip doesn’t stop. He never does.
He keeps licking, keeps fucking me with his fingers, dragging every last drop of pleasure out of me until I’m a trembling mess.
He unties me. But I don’t get a moment to breathe. Because he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed and lying me down like I’m something precious before tying me up again. This time, I’m spread out for him.
Exposed.
Vulnerable.
And I fucking love it. Trip straddles me, his cock heavy and thick as it brushes against my lips.
“Open, little killer,” he growls, his fingers threading through my hair.
I do.
Fuck, do I. He slides his cock into my mouth, groaning as he sinks deep, his thickness stretching my lips wide.
“God, yes…”
I gag around him, my throat constricting as he fucks my mouth, his hand fisting in my hair as he controls the pace.
“Take it, killstreak,” he gunts, his voice a low growl that vibrates through me. “Take all of me.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t care.
I love this.
Love being his.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his hips thrusting deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Fucking made for me.”
I moan around him, my tongue swirling around his length, my body aching for more.
But Trip has other plans. He unties me and pulls out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my spit as he lifts me again,
This time, over his head.
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