Anything For Him. Lily Harlem

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      ‘You like?’ he asked.

      I nodded and opened my mouth.

      He laughed and shoved more in. Juice dribbled down my chin, my mouth now brimming over. ‘Can’t get enough, can you?’ he said, moving back behind me.

      I wiped a hand over my wet face, slurping and licking my lips.

      ‘You have a slut’s pussy,’ he said, stroking over my engorged folds. ‘Slutty and needy, it takes anything. I can tell.’

      It took all my willpower to resist shoving my hand down to fret my clit. I needed to climax so badly it was fuddling my thoughts.

      But it was several, long, agonising minutes before he touched me again. ‘Here, take my dick in your pussy.’

      With one devastating thrust he burrowed in.

      I cried out. His cock was long and steel-hard again. Whatever had just been inside me, as I’d sucked him off, had barely prepared me for Liuz’s monster dick.

      As I struggled to take his length and girth, sweat pricked over me and my pulse thudded loud in my ears. I wailed again as he pulled halfway out then shoved in once more.

      ‘Be quiet, slut,’ he hissed angrily.

      I mashed my lips together and braced for his next thrust. It came, hard and swift, barging over my G-spot with deadly accuracy.

      My mound was rubbing on the hard surface of the table, enough to stimulate. It combined with the growing pressure the fast and furious sensations his cock was creating deep within my pussy. Soon an orgasm would be mine. The tightening in my belly and the trembling in my pelvis warned me. Juices flooded from me; finally, I was getting the fucking I needed.

      I moaned and groaned, revelled in the build-up to climax and briefly wondered what I must look like. Bent over, bound, blindfolded and being fucked harshly, so harshly. I imagined my skin pale against his olive tones, my lack of body hair a shocking contrast to his hair-coated limbs and chest.

      Suddenly it was there. My orgasm claimed me with a swiftness that surprised me. It must have been the lewd images in my head that had rocketed it out of control. My whole body tightened, as if my nerve endings were stretched to the limit. A huge ball of pleasure that caused my feet to lift from the floor and my hips to shove back for more, raged through me.

      ‘Yes, yes, take my dick,’ he shouted, then meshed his fingers into my hair, above the tie of the blindfold, and pulled. Hard. ‘Take all of my dick.’

      ‘Ah, ah,’ I called out, bliss and agony twisting together as my back and neck were snapped upwards.

      He didn’t ease his tormenting; he kept pulling wickedly.

      ‘This was how you wanted it, remember,’ he said, pounding into me, over and over.

      ‘Yes, yes,’ I said, riding through blissful waves of ecstasy and not caring about my arched spine and my abused hair roots. ‘Yes, oh fuck, Liuz, yes, yes.’

      He groaned long and loud. His thighs slapped against the backs of mine. The legs of the table shifted and banged as his tempo increased even more. I was pulsating, writhing. Stuffed full of his dick. My orgasm was wreaking havoc, it wasn’t abating; instead, it was rolling up again, preparing for another assault on my G-spot.

      ‘So fucking filthy, you’re a whore,’ he groaned. ‘You’re my whore.’ He slapped down hard on my buttock and his palm sent pain whistling through my nerve endings.

      Jerking forwards, I reached behind myself, as if to protect my ass from another slap. But I didn’t want to be saved, not really, and when he hit again I allowed the dark, red-hot pleasure to spread. As it did I twisted and twitched. Another orgasm swept through me, just as violent as the first, and I cried out. The release almost sent me delirious. All that existed were the waves of wild satisfaction claiming me.

      Finally Liuz tensed. ‘Tak, oh fuck, you’re milking me so damn hard,’ he groaned as he erupted. Then he froze, buried deep, let go of my head, gripped my hips, and shunted in some more. It was as though he wouldn’t be happy until he was nudging up against my diaphragm. ‘Ah, yes … yes.’

      I gasped for oxygen, let my head fall to the table and my back flatten out. My pussy was convulsing, gripping his cock. As my mind came back to me and the giddy heights of ecstasy retreated, I knew that it had, undoubtedly, been the most intense, exquisite orgasm of my life.

      When could I have another?

      Chapter Five

      I heard him move away, a shuffle of feet on floor, and as I caught my breath I imagined him standing with his back to the window, taking in the sight of me sprawled like this. I could see it for myself, my mind full of the image, and my sex spasmed with the thrill of it. Would he leave me here, waiting, anticipating his next move? Or would he untie me, take off the blindfold and allow me to look at him for what he thought was the first time? The not knowing was all part of the excitement – excitement that seemed to have no thought of stopping. It barrelled through me, adrenaline on wings, and I sucked in a deep breath in order to calm myself. My chest hurt from the rapid beating of my heart, lungs painfully filling then emptying.

      This man did things to my body without even having to touch it.

      He was close, his breathing steadying now, but not close enough for me to feel his body heat. Time went slowly, as though I was suspended, where the world had stopped and fate was deciding where to take us next. I wanted him again, wanted him inside me, his hands all over me. My skin hummed with the need for his touch. Still gripping the table edge, I lifted my face, raised my body, the whole of me wrung out and unsteady. He’d reduced me to exactly what I’d wanted him to – a fatigued mess who was more than ready to be used and abused again.

      He could do anything he wanted and I wouldn’t mind. That stop word – I wouldn’t be using it.

      A smudge of sound had me holding my breath, then a creak of floorboards. I sensed him coming closer, and the hairs on my arms bristled at his approach. Was he ready for me again? So soon? Was that what he’d been doing? Jerking himself back to hardness? I held my breath, tightening my hold on the table, and waited for him to ram inside me without warning.

      He didn’t.

      The sharp trilling of a phone jangled my nerves, and Liuz sighed. The ringing stopped, and he spoke in rapid Polish, his tone angry. A slap to a piece of furniture had me tensing, pressing my fingertips into the underside of the table. Although I’d been speaking to him for a long time online, I didn’t know him, not really. That had been the attraction, the thrill, meeting up with a man who was potentially dangerous and had the ability to harm me, with no one knowing a damn thing about it unless I chose to tell them. I was here, though, at his bedsit, and that had to count for something. He wouldn’t risk doing anything too bad because I knew where he lived. I could have told someone where I would be tonight, for all he knew. No, he wouldn’t take his anger out on me.

      A snap brought me back to the here and now – the phone closing?

      ‘That is all for tonight, you dirty bitch.’

      His words didn’t make sense, and I frowned. We were supposed to spend СКАЧАТЬ