Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 46

Dropping to my knees I push her knees apart, Michael hooks his legs around hers, holding her wide. As her thighs splay, the scent of her pussy, sopping and swollen, billows up. I lean in, my palm flat between her breasts, pushing her hard back against him, then ram hard inside her with a couple of fingers, hooking upwards to scrape her g-spot.

She bucks and wails, arms flinging, but Michael snatches her wrists together, pinning her firm.

I don’t hold back, don’t make any attempt to open her. Her pussy is engorged, open and brilliantly red. As I pump her, her juices flood my fingers and palm, sleeking over her skin and mine, and she wails with an edge to her cries that makes my cock jump and dance in anticipation.

And I want to taste….

I withdraw, kneeling back to watch her gasping and panting. Michael, his own eyes dark with expectation and pleasure, murmurs close by her, but loudly enough that I can hear, “Spread yourself properly. Your Master wants to taste your cunt.”

She slides back against him, spreading herself wider, but he reaches, hooking under her knees to pull her back on herself, thighs opened back against her own chest.

And she looks delectable; splayed and presented for me and at just the right height that all I have to do is drop my mouth over her open and succulent entrance.

Whimpering and breathless, “Oh God, fuck me,” she gasps. “Fuck me, please, one of you.”

Michael grins and sucks his lip. “All in good time. You know who is your Master. And he decides when you may be fucked.”

She groans at that…. a twitchy, enticing sound that reaches right down through me and tightens my balls.

I’m comfortable and she’s so open. All I have to do is….

I slide a fingertip down the length of her vulva. She shivers, moaning through clenched teeth, her lips peeled back as I traverse her folds at a leisurely pace, circling her clit a couple of times but without touching it.

Michael’s eyes are following my movements. Hers are squeezed tight shut as she whimpers and twitches. But she can’t move. Each time she jerks or strains, Michael’s grip on her tightens.

I slip a forefinger inside her, partly to give her something to feel, but mainly because I want to feel her pussy dance to my tune. With the other hand, I thumb back the sheath of her bud - oh - ever so gently - then stoop to suckle on the tiny shaft….

…. The taste of her, rich as wine….

And she howls….

Michael has her in a death-grip, arms locked around her, immobilising her completely, but she strains against him, wailing as I continue my delectable torture.

I work her with my tongue-tip, inching and probing at all her most sensitive spots. She gushes, and I stretch her wide to lick up her honey, sucking her out, probing with my tongue then exploring her entrance, swirling against soft flesh and quivering muscle.

She pleads, “Please. Please, get inside me. I need to come.”

How far can I take you?

My voice is muffled, my face moist as I break away for a moment. “Not yet.”

Then pressing in, I plant my open mouth over her entrance.

Screaming, she convulses. My tongue and lips pressed tight into her, I feel the beginning; the stray pulse, the spasm as the orgasm brims….

“Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t….”

And with a shriek, she falls into an orgasm bright and brilliant and intense. Her pussy pumping and pulsing against me, I stab her with my tongue, playing against the flesh that throbs and snatches against mine. My hands pushing her thighs even wider, with teeth and lips, I maul at her, driving her climax, pushing her hard.

“Enough! Enough! I can’t stand anymore.”

Immediately I quit, clearing my mouth and nose with a hand.

My turn….

…. This won’t take long….

Michael, still pinning her tight, is smiling softly as he watches her, face slanted in sidelong. I nod him to hold her where she is, then rising up and over her, I drive into her.

She shrieks again, but not in protest. I know triumph when I hear it, and as I ream her, hilting myself with every thrust, she sings and squeals the glory of it and I see her eyes fling wide.

And glory is the word. Ramming home, I watch myself and her, my cock as it pistons into her volcanic, welling cunt. She’s wet with her own juices, her own sweat and mine….

Ah… Jeez….