[Music: Scream My Name By Thomas LaRosa]
"Yes... I’ll be good."
"Let me see your pussy."
Hotness spread my cheeks as I suddenly recalled our last talk on the phone. Is he gonna...?
"Do you have any objections?" he asked, and I could see the restraint cracking the surface of his icy exterior.
Nibbling my bottom lip, I grabbed the marble ledge and hoisted myself up, spreading my legs.
"Wider."
I did as he said, leaning backward until I felt the cold surface press into my back. I grew nervous as Ares just stood there and watched.
After a moment, he came closer, hands running my legs as he raised them into the air.
"All I want you to do is relax."
I had no idea how he expected me to relax because the instant he slanted down, my legs over his shoulders and face in my pussy, I was already panicking.
His breath against my clit made me sigh. He hadn’t touched me yet, and the featherlike touch of air releasing from his nose was already enough to drive me insane.
Is he gawking at my pussy?
"You’ve the most ravishing pussy I’ve ever seen."
At his compliment, my stomach fluttered. "And how many have you seen before?"
Slap!
I gasped when he struck directly on my pussy.
"It was just a question!"
Slap!
"Ares—"
Slap!
"One more word," he warned quietly. "And I’ll make this worse for you."
I moaned when he kissed my clit, and his lips pressed into the aching spot, which should not feel good as it does right now.
A heavy chill zapped through me when he blew air into me, and my lip parted as it hit me right on the back of my head.
His lips followed next, kissing the spot with far too much intensity, and I was convinced he wanted me to melt. Then I felt his tongue, swiping for a clean lick.
"You taste like my own personal brand of whiskey."
I rasped.
"Hold the railing," Ares instructed as he braced his hand on my thigh and dived right in.
I gasped with wide eyes as my hand shot out to hold the iron for balance. What the...! OH MY GOD!
"AHH! ARES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs when he literally tongue fucked me savagely.
I’m both awed and bedazzled by the way he could work his tongue like a vibrator. I enforced my grip until my hands pricked from holding the iron too tightly. My back arching as Ares sucked me until I felt like I might go dry.
Ares’s hands gripped my ass tightly as he buried his face deeper into me, and he slurped until my eyes rolled at the back of my head. I screamed again, this time louder and more unstable, until my throat went sore.
I locked my thighs on his head, trapping him, and he used his teeth on my sensitive folds before following up with his tongue.
I twisted my hips as a sensation sparked through, squirming.
Slap!
I yelped at the impact. My throat was on fire, and I couldn’t keep screaming his name any longer. I lost count of the amount of time I cummed and every drop was wiped clean.
Ares leaned away from me, chest heaving and a bestial look in his eyes. "Turn around."
I pressed my hands into the surface, too weak to move, but I somehow found strength. I sat on my knees when his next command made my heart leap to greater heights.
"Bend."
I did, my hips lifting, and my arms pressing into the ledge. I shivered when his fingers squeezed into my ass to expose me more, the air kissing the searing spot. His eyes were glued there like eyes to a screen, and when he slapped me again, I mewled.
He did it again and again until my eyes stung and a sob ripped out of me. He used his thumb to press into my now-burning clit.
"You should use your safe word, baby." He suggested, like a warning.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. It was at the tip of my tongue to say it, but I couldn’t because I selfishly wanted to see how far he would go and how much I could endure.
In my silence, he chuckled deeply.
Ares’ palm collided with my clit over and over, pained groans fled from me, as well as the sharp sounds of slaps.
It felt as if I would go up in flames, but with every impact, he’d sink a finger into me, stimulating between pleasure and pain until it became an addictive balance.
"You’re dripping everywhere, baby." He kissed the area before his tongue swiped up and down. "A delectable mess."
He sounded hypnotized, and even though I couldn’t see, I could tell I was beeping red right now.
"Let me clean you up."
I panted thickly when his mouth covered my clit, finishing everything my body had to offer before raining kisses as he both worshipped and ruined me. It was a dangerous combination.
"Turn."
I wasn’t sure I could move. My knees had frozen from staying in this position for too long. As if sensing my distress, Ares supported me until I was sitting.
My glasses have fallen off between the lines of my squirms and Ares’ slaps.
He pulled my hair over my shoulder and brushed the strands behind my ear to see my face. I must look like a total mess. My face was stained with tears, and my cheeks must be flushed because they were throbbing, but it didn’t amount to the ache between my legs.
"Can you walk?"
I shake my head, my throat too sore to speak. Ares grabbed my glasses and, with one hand hooked at the back of my knees, he picked me up, effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face.
It was dark, and the rest of the way I’m too sore to follow up, not until I heard the door that I realized we were back in our room.
Ares carried me to the bathroom before he set me down, and he didn’t need to tell me to strip because I was already taking off my dress and kicking off my sandals.
Ares unbuttoned his shirt as he kept his eyes on me, stripping.
I can’t get used to seeing him naked, I just can’t, and it was far worse than last night because I had my eyes glued on every inch of him like he was a human candy.
"I’ll fuck you in the shower." He walked to the broad stall.
I still stood there, wide-eyed and thinking how the fuck I’m gonna handle that when it felt like a volcano down there.