Heat (BWWM) 1/3 (Prequel to Hostiles & Havoc)

Private suite

The taste of her skin was to his tongue what he imagined a sea would look like to someone stranded in a desert. He had to remind himself that he was in charge, he was setting the pace, he had an objective which was to torture her until she broke and then fuck her until she knew nothing else but the feel of him inside her.

"Yes." She sighs lustily as his hands massage her big juicy ass.

"Now hold on to the bar as tightly as you can and don't move until I tell you to." He instructs huskily, watching her obey him

His penis was already so hard, struggling against his thigh when it met the soft flesh of her bare ass. It felt like being drowned in silk soft petals and his entire body thanked him for the feel of hers. He rubs his penis against the soaking fat folds of her, savouring the textures, the heat, the way her legs strained to be still against his teasing. Her back was fully arced, her legs parting flexibly wide as if to accommodate him to the very best of her ability, her beautiful dark thighs bathed in the red lighting of the bar softly quivering in anticipation of pleasure. One moment she was gripping on a bar stool tightly, quietly cursing him for his teasing and the next her thigh was in his grip and he was groaning and sinking the head of his penis into her wet tight hot pussy.

Her throat made an ungoldy sound, a sigh she didn't know she was holding slips out and her waist swirled to better accommodate him. He hisses softly, which only makes her back arc further.

"We're going to have a problem here louloudi mou." He vows softly, spanking her for moving without his permission.

She shyly bites onto her lower lip to stop her legs from trembling. She groans deeply, squealing in pleasure as he thrusts into her, pulling her into a full body spasm of deep pleasure. His thrusts were ravenous and strong and caused her to shudder, much like the way his hands on her body had felt except perhaps if amplified and filled with a darker magic, the thunderbolts of desire and pleasure his thrusts wrought onto her. His hand had grabbed her waist, half pulling her into him, half pushing her away. She had tried to be quiet but that had given way to what she thought had been soft 'yes' which in succession grew louder and then turned into Kiswahili and now she was screaming a mix of profanities, praises and filthy sounds she didn't have the mind to hold back. There was a ravenous storm at the pit of her stomach and his rhythm seemed to feed directly into it, as if enraging it further.

Suddenly there was visceral fear. She couldn't explain it; but it was there and it was violent; so violent in fact by instinct she made to move away from him. Her body was spasming more violently and there was a huge chance she would combust right there, the strain of keeping still was taking it's toll and she couldn't take it. He spanks her, his grip on her ass tightening. The pleasure was hectic now, almost unbearable, as was her breathing and screaming. This was all too much, the cacophony of their flesh, their breaths, her moans and his groaning and raspy dictations. She cries and grabs onto the bar stool as tightly as she can and then when that doesn't seem to help she bites onto the back of the chair, shuddering violently. The feel of his skin against hers, the feel of him so full and thick and hot and silken inside her, the sound of his deep appreciative moans, the silken demands that she is still and doesn't move, the ravenous devouring pace of his thrusting, all sensation felt furiously alive, the entire world opening before her. What kind of orgasm was this?

She was wantonly screaming tafadhali, unsure whether she meant for him to stop or not to. Everything was all together too much and something inside her had been forced open and  exploded, floodgates of pure pleasure had burst and drowned her in it. The ecstasy seemed unending, and though he seemed for a second to stop, it was only three seconds before he mumbled something greek to himself huskily and continued to thrust into her juddering raw body. Her body was trembling from an overload of pleasure when he pulled out of her, so suddenly, so rudely she would've collapsed it if wasn't for his grip on her ass and thighs. She's helpless when he spins her around to face him and props her up on the bar stool, helpless when he drops to his knees and his lips kiss her swollen throbbing clit causing such a thunderous pleasure she screams in shock and delight. The muscles of her groin clench violently, a tremble pleasurably coursing through her as he groans appreciatively. She groans, grabbing the bar, her shocked pleasured gaze finding the devilish glint of his seductive wolfish one. 

He kisses her clit as if he were slurping up the last of a favourite drink from a bowl, his gaze still on her. She moans, her stomach trembling as her head falls back on the bar, her legs relieved from the ache of having to stay still incapable of supporting her after the orgasm as the pleasure floods her senses more powerfully than before. He moans softly, but deeply enough for her to feel it against her sex, his tongue lapping up her wetness.

"mola wangu!" she cries softly (my god) from the electrifying terrificness of it all,

The pleasure is so critical Nadia finds herself moving away from his lips as she cries. His hand grabs her waist, stilling her as he buries his head deeper between her thigh and nips on the in of her thigh which is trembling viciously from what was threatening to be a powerful orgasm. She hears him grunt angrily before his hand skims over her hip and grabs her, squeezing her waist. She tries her best to hold back the yelp when he nips at her thigh again, his lips kissing her swollen throbbing clit causing such a thunderous pleasure she could scream in shock and delight. The muscles of her groin clench violently, a tremble pleasurably coursing through her, her shocked pleasured gaze finds his seductive wolfish cheeky one. The orgasm was more violent than the last, devouring her so thoroughly her eyes rolled to the back of her head and a ungodly sound left her lips. 

She's so lost in the pleasure she doesn't know when his lips finally left her pussy, her eyes only opening when his grip on her neck lifts her head. She finds his gorgeous wolfish gaze just as he smacks her raw sensitive pussy, sending a violent aftershock all the way up her body, which jerks in pleasure. 

He's about to offer her a taste of herself when she presses her lips against his and pushes her tongue into his mouth. Why hadn't he ever been as intoxicated by a kiss before? Sweltering. He had heard of kissing explained as sweltering but that was exactly what it was each time he kissed her. It was as if she summoned all his desires out to play as her tongue teased his. There was no controlling anything, it was raw unedited and overpowering.

The feel of her body arced up to meet his, raw from pleasure and seeking more, soft, warm, responsive against his skin, the way her teeth teased his lip and then her tongue massaged it, the way her hard nipples pressed against his chest... the temptation was overwhelming. He had imagined having her on all fours and ass up, but the feel of her body against his was too good to miss.

"You're trouble, aren't you." He gruffly sighs as she feels his dick rub against the sensitive wet nub at her sex and dip into her.

She groans deeply, squealing in pleasure as he thrusts into her, pulling her completely out of her head and into a spasm of deep pleasure

"You like it." He teases her in that soft deep voice that befit the word sultry. Could a man have a sultry voice or was that just for women?

There was nothing gentle about his motions on her body, just pure ravenous desperation. He had no patience, just urgency to be inside her with her bare nipples rubbing against his bare skin. He's so taken by the torturous textures of her mouth and the feel of her skin against his and the way in which his penis was hinged perfectly inside her

There was a ravenous storm at the pit of his stomach and his rhythm seemed to feed directly into it, as if enraging it further. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. Deeper? How was it possible that he could go deeper than he already was? he was losing himself to the pleasure overwhelming him. He wouldn't survive another orgasm despite his best efforts, and when her muscles clenched around him he was pulled into an abyss of ecstasy too strong for him to resist.  It was his turn to moan when the orgasmic train hit him, ran over his body and left him for dead.