PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

26. Face Lapping

AVNEET'S POV

Minutes later, the door flies open, and Siddharth steps in. There is nothing pretty in his gaze. His eyes take in my dripping cunt that's still on display. A deep voice rumbles in his throat.

He tugs on his tie to loosen it and throws it aside. Fumbling with the buttons of his handcuffs, he pounces on me. He kisses me maliciously. I return the favour with equal roughness.

Our tongues fight for dominance, and when I don't grant him access to my mouth, he relents and lets me explore his. With our mouths still latched, we undress each other. In haste, Siddharth rips the sorry excuse of a top that I'm wearing.

My nails scrape his naked back. I dig them deeper to leave mementos, and he moans in my mouth. I break the kiss first to catch my breath. Siddharth does not waste a second before he's planting kisses on my jaw and collarbone.

My moans gain volume as he takes a nipple in his mouth while twisting the other with his hand. He gives the same attention to my other nipple. My hands grip his hair and urge him to go lower.

We stare at each other as we pant. His gaze darkens at my request, and he dives into the ocean of my dripping juices. A few sweeps of his tongue have me screaming. Closer, closer, closer I got. Right there, and he stops.

I look at him stunned.

"100" he counts, and I feel the sudden urge to slap him. I don't, though, of course.

"100," I repeat.

"Yes."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Then lie down," it was his turn to give me a confused stare.

I don't offer any explanation, and he lays down. I get up and stand on the bed. Crossing one leg over him, I get down and sit on his face.

"Woah," he says. Few precious words he can utter before I'm completely over him.

"I thought you were scared of suffocating me," he says.

"Not today. I wish that you suffocate and die for what you made me do."

He chuckles. He literally laughs at my contempt.

"Dying while buried under your ass will be my free ticket to heaven. Do your worst, sweetheart."

"Oh, I plan to!" I say and shut his mouth with the said ass.

Siddharth gets to work without being told to. His tongue sweeps down my clit and pumps in and out my vagina. The motion turns my gaze hazy and my eyelids droop with pleasure. The knot in my stomach tightens.

"I swear to god Siddharth, if you stop," I let the warning hang in the air.

Unable to sit still, I push and pull on his face, trying the match the rhythm of my jerking to his tongue. I scream and crash for the first time in 8 days.

The orgasm comes so strong that I fear I'll pass out. Siddharth pats my thigh to let me know that he needs to breathe. I don't move. He pats again. I let him suffocate for a few seconds before I finally lift and let him breathe.

He takes a few hungry gulps of air before I sit back down on him. His tongue dances across all my sensitive points. In no time, I'm coming again.

"Gosh! I love how you're leaking for me," Siddharth moans as I give him space to breathe.

After the 3rd orgasm, his tongue gets tired, and his movements get sloppy. But I have the right kinda motivation for him. I take his nipples between my fingers and squeeze them mercilessly. He hisses under me, but his movements gain speed nonetheless.