Chapter 59
Chapter 59
ISIDORA
I bit down hard on my lower lip.
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My mind was screaming that this was insane. That anyone could walk in on us. That I’d die of embarrassment right there…
But the heat raging through my body hurt so bad it was almost unbearable.
“Y-yes…” I murmured, feeling his tongue trace the curve of my ear, his breath warm against my skin, tempting me.
He leaned over my back without putting his weight on me.
I tensed when I felt that thick head push a little farther through my wet folds, rubbing slow, wicked circles over my clit before teasing the tight entrance of my pussy.
“Shhh… you’re the one calling the shots here. Don’t forget that…” Blaze said suddenly in that wolf-rough voice of his, his hand settling at my throat with possessive weight.
I lifted my head, nearly choking on my own restrained pants.
“Blaze…”
“Mmm… I’m only gonna put in a little. It won’t hurt…” The low growls in my ear turned me on so badly it made me ache, and down below my cunt started loosening for him as he slowly worked that huge cock inside me.
“Mnnnh… ah…” My arms trembled against the wooden panel as my tight walls stretched around him.
The wet, filthy sounds between us made my whole body shiver.
I felt that hard, throbbing, burning-hot cock filling me inch by inch, and my body kept giving way, opening for him, drunk on desire.
“Aaahh… Goddess…” I moaned when his hips gave one small push and I felt him slide in deeper.
I kept waiting for it to hurt. I expected it any second.
But Blaze was holding back. I knew he was. He was giving me time to get used to his size… giving me time to enjoy it too.
“Gggrr… fuck, you’re tight… mmm… my Lady, what a hot little cunt…” I flushed at the filthy words in my ear. The sound of his growling, the sweat dampening my back… it was driving me out of my mind.
“Move back. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock…” he ordered, flicking his tongue into my car while I fought not to cry out from the pleasure of it.
I felt him ease almost all the way out as he straightened behind me and grabbed my ass hard.
He kneaded it. Smacked it. Spread me open and touched me like he was starving for it..
“Blaze… no, I don’t know how…” I blurted out, suddenly nervous, I had no experience. “I don’t know how to satisfy you…”
Another hard smack landed on one of my cheeks and my legs trembled.
“Try it, and you’ll be surprised how crazy you can drive a male…” he rasped. “But if my Lady wants to stop, we stop.”
“No… no…” I said quickly, horrified at the thought of him pulling away now. I was already on the edge with just the head of his cock inside me.
Those rough hands grabbed at my tits with lust, twisting my nipples while he whispered dirty, exciting things in my ear.
And I wanted to believe every word… how much he loved my curves, how delicious I was to him… No one had ever made me feel that sexy.
Wet heat sloshed between my thighs, and the pressure in my belly kept building while the need to take his power consumed my mind.
I was right on the edge… about to come, about to say the ritual words… when suddenly something changed.
I heard movement outside. Voices getting closer to this part of the store.
“Blaze… wait…” I whispered, trying to clear my sex-fogged head, but he didn’t stop.
His huge hand came up over my mouth while the other slid over my stomach, slipped between my legs, and started rubbing my swollen clit.
The footsteps came and went. My moans died in his hand while Blaze gave me the fuck of my life.
Bent all the way over the clothes, my tits pressed into them, my ass up, my pussy spread open… all I could do was pray they didn’t come in.
But I couldn’t stop either.
Oh, Goddess… the dirty thrill of it, the danger, his fingers working my most sensitive spot, and Blaze hitting that place inside my pussy over and over until I wanted to scream to the heavens.
I closed my eyes and gave in to it. If I got caught fucking my slave in public like some prostitute, then so be it…
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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