Page 58 of Dark Breaker

“Fabio,” I reply without hesitation.

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” he says.

“A lot,” I moan.

He reaches between my legs and begins massaging the outskirts of my clit while he pounds me.

“I can’t hear you,” he replies.

“I want you to fuck me a lot!” I shout.

He pounds faster. He slides his hand away and licks it I think, because when he rubs my clit again I feel the lubrication. I squirm as he massages my clit directly now, sending all these wonderful sensations pulsing out from my core.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” I shout in time to his pounding.

He groans loudly and slams hard into me, freezing. I can feel his cock vibrating violently inside me though, along with a warm, spreading sensation as his cum fills me up.

That takes me over the edge: my pussy clenches repeatedly around his cock and I cum, too. I scream his name.

When it’s done, he pulls out and slides me off the table.

He forces me to my knees. “Now you can have a taste.”

I admire his throbbing member. It hasn’t gone down at all. Like he can keep going all evening if he wants.

I open my mouth and I’m about to take him in when he rests a hand on my forehead.

I look up at him questioningly.

“I saida taste,” he tells me. “You can lick, but nothing else.”

I pout at him, but I lick some of the cum off. His cock seems to get even harder. I’m tempted to wrap my lips around him, but he doesn’t seem to want that, yet. Still worried I’m going to bite him, I guess.

So instead I begin to tug him. His lovely balls jiggle back and forth in sync.

I glance up at him with a lascivious smile on my face, and I relish in the control I have over him. His eyes are lidded and his jaw is clenched. His neck is corded, as are his forearms—his hands are clenching the chair so tightly behind him that his knuckles are white.

I slide under him and suck his balls. He groans loudly. I’m expecting him to tell me to back off, but he doesn’t, so I continue. I begin to masturbate myself at the same time.

“You’re so fucking hot, Fabio,” I tell him. “I could suck your balls and tug your cock all day long.”

He groans loudly and his knees buckle ever so slightly. Before I realize what’s happening, ropes of cum are shooting all over my shoulder.

I scoop up some of the cum with my finger and give it a lick. “You taste so good.”

I continue masturbating but Fabio stops me and makes me stand. I lose my balance for a moment because the jumpsuit is still wrapped around my legs, and Fabio catches me and holds me steady.

I wrap my hands around his muscular, tattooed pecs. They feel just as hard as his cock and it turns me the fuck on.

He reaches down between my legs and continues what I started. To my surprise, he leans forward then and presses his lips against mine. I return his kiss hungrily, voraciously. It’s the first time we’ve kissed since the wedding—since I bit him.

He doesn’t give me any tongue, but I don’t mind, that can wait. I open and close my lips in time to his movements while he continues working my pussy. With his lips glued to mine, the pleasure seems enhanced, and I quickly find myself climaxing.

I pull away from him long enough to shout his name and my pussy clenches around his fingers.

Then I collapse against his chest.

He sits down, bringing me with him, still holding me in his arms.