Fate Cries Foul - Renier Larouche (fantasy novels to read txt) 📗

as I stand there in front of him unsure of what to do next. I glance up at him a couple of times and every time his eyes are locked on me. That dark, dangerous light dancing in them and that smirk on his lips making me blush in the dim light.

He puts the shower head back in place and pulls me towards him and I fold willingly, powerlessly into his embrace and we start kissing again, only this time forcefully, hungrily. He's holding the small of my back and cupping the side of my head as our tongues entwine. Biting my lips almost painfully, making me moan and whimper softly into his mouth as I suck on his top lip. I can feel his cock between us, pressing into my stomach as he pulls me tightly against his body.

Suddenly he spins me so my back is against the wall and with one firm step I'm pressed hard against the cold tiles of the shower wall. A shocked gasp escaped me as I bang into the wall with a thud and his hand moves from the back of my neck around to my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to make it noticeably harder to breathe. I can also feel myself get lightheaded as the pressure from his fingertips constricts my carotid arteries, making me feel almost like I'm drunk. He kisses me fiercely as he holds me against the wall with his hand clamped on my neck. My heart is back to a rate of beats per minutes that is almost painful and I can feel renewed arousal coursing through me as his free hand runs down between my breasts and over my stomach and pelvis. I moan into his mouth, and my legs move wider apart as if they have a mind of their own to let his hand between them.

As his fingertips reach my clit again, he breaks away from kissing me, his hand releasing my neck. I gulp in air as blood rushes back into my head, small stars of light in my visions and the giddy sensation taking a moment to fade. His lips are already kissing my neck and the fingers of one hand are between my lips, moving slowly up and down between my clit and the entrance to me. His hand is cupped just so that either his finger or the palm of his hand is rubbing my clit at all times and I slouch against wall moaning quietly as his lips kiss my neck. His teeth nipping softly at the skin of my neck and shoulder as he slowly shifts his weight to move his kisses to my chest. That insistent massaging of my clit and pussy never stops the whole time and I can feel the heat and slipperiness of my resurgent arousal as he toys with my body yet again.

His mouth has meandered over to my left breast and as he takes my nipple into his mouth he pauses. Everything stops and he clears his throat.

"Ahem." I open my eyes, not even realizing id had them clamped shut, a small noise of pure frustration escaping me as his hands and mouth become suddenly still on my body. All of my body is singing with renewed sensation and desire, all I want is for him to not stop, to do whatever it is he has in that mind of his to me.

"Do you think you're the only one who can be a tease, young lady?" His lips are resting against my nipple, its hard and sensitive beyond belief and I'm acutely aware of the sensation of his breath and the movement of his lips against it as he speaks to me.

"No"

His teeth close around my nipple and he bites down forcefully, making me yelp.

"You will also answer questions correctly from now on. Try again." He says, a dark smile on his face.

"No, Sir." I respond.

"Much better." He says and his hand begins to move again making me start at the sudden recommencement of his movement as his mouth closes back over my nipple and he continue to kiss his way over my upper body leisurely as if he has all the time in the world as steam rises around us and the cool tiles press against the skin of my back.

The kissing roams across my chest to my right breast, again he bites down hungrily on my nipple eliciting another gasping moan from me as his tongue flicks over the nipple between his teeth. Only this time as he does, two of his fingers slide into me at the same time, curling up and around before he drags them out of me again, right over my g-spot. Immediately my legs are starting to shake again. His kisses move down over my stomach, my pelvis, hovering right above me, moving around me. My hand is in his hair, I don't even remember feeling my arm move, but it has and my fingers are bunching in his hair. I can feel him chuckling to himself in satisfaction as he continues to kiss and nip at the skin with his teeth right above me.

"Please..." I whisper, meaning to say it in my head after what feels like an age of him not putting his mouth on me.

"That's what I was waiting for." He says, lifting my right leg up, he kneels down and rest it over his shoulder before taking finally taking me into his mouth. My breath explodes from me as he sucks hungrily on my clit, sucking it into his mouth and his tongue slowly circles around it over and over again. The index and middle fingers of his left hand continuing to slide into me, hooking up and dragging back out over my g-spot with each slow motion.

My legs, already unsteady from the exertion he's put me through in the bedroom are shuddering. I'm certain the only thing keeping me upright is the fact he has my leg lifted over his shoulder, supporting my weight. He's in no rush though, despite him being on his knees before me, I'm completely powerless to make him move faster. Despite myself I'm pressing his mouth onto me with my hand in his hair, I'm bucking my hips to try and speed up the rate at which his fingers are fucking me. I can feel him smile though as he moves with my body effortlessly so that I can't ruin his rhythm. His tongue rolling slowly, lazily around my clit, his fingers so tantalizingly slowly sliding in and out of me, dragging over my g-spot every fucking time, relentlessly. He's slowly, seemingly carelessly teasing my body, building me up to a monumental release. My every nerve is blazing with sensitivity as he tortures me so deliciously, I can feel the tension building in all of my muscles, his fingers feeling larger inside me as my pussy tightens around him and my body stiffens despite my shaking legs, my back arching against the cool tiles as I teeter on the brink of the abyss, ready to fall over the edge.

"Jesus.." I pant as I can feel myself about to lose control.

He stops.

His mouth comes off me, his fingers rest against my hole, I sob aloud in frustration.

"No, no, no, no, please don't stop!" Am I really begging? I don't even care, I just want him to keep going, his fingers are making the tiniest of movements, circling my hole., His thumb is hovering lightly over my clit and is also tracing featherlight circles on me. It's enough to keep me close, but nowhere near enough to send me over the edge.

"I can tease too baby." He purrs at me. "Here's what is going to happen next. I'm going to continue. Faster than I was before." His fingers are edging into me again, stretching me open around them and his mouth is edging closer towards my clit again. "You're going to hold my right hand. When you're going to cum you are going to squeeze it, but you are not going to cum until I squeeze back. I'm not going to slow down; I'm not going to pause. You will not cum until I squeeze your hand, do you understand me?" His fingers have gone all the way into me and are dragging back out across my g-spot now. His lips are touching my clit as he talks.

"Yes. Yes, Sir." I manage to groan.

"Good girl" he says as his mouth envelops me again, my clit engulfed by his lips as his tongue swirls around it rapidly. His fingers are now pushing into me hard and fast, still dragging over my g-spot with every stroke only now on the way in, as well as out. The arousal is maddening and I can hear how wet he's made me with each thrust of his fingers into me as he fucks me.

In only a few moments I'm clenching his hand as hard as I can, my body screaming at me as everything inside me coils like a spring and I go rigid again, desperately holding on with every last shred of my self-control. His tongue is flickering over me, around me, against me, up and down over me, he's sucking on me hungrily and a third finger has slid into me, I feel so full!

"JESUS, please! I can't...I can't hang on." I moan.

"Sir" He says, somehow managing to speak without his tongue slowing down one little bit on my clit.

"Sir!" I almost scream in desperation, I can feel myself starting to fall, I can't hang on any more.

His hand squeezes back and my body explodes. A loud moan escapes me, my back arches further and my body sings with an explosion of pure ecstasy as my orgasm rips free and through my body. I'm dimly aware of the fact that he's let go of my hand and now has his arm locked around my leg, helping me not to collapse down onto the shower floor.

I'm panting wildly, heaving for breath as the orgasm tears through my body, my hips bucking uncontrollably. He wasn't kidding, he hasn't stopped. He hasn't slowed down. He's still going. Sucking and teasing my clit with his tongue, fucking me with his fingers. It's overwhelming, it almost hurts as he continues to use my body mercilessly through my orgasm and into its aftermath and beyond. I can feel my body building again, rapidly. He's fucking me so hard, so fast, so relentlessly I can feel another orgasm rushing up toward me like an out of control train. Mutely, without breaking rhythm he lets go of my leg and grasps my hand again as my legs start to shudder uncontrollably and I tighten around his fingers again.

I squeeze, fiercely. Apparently oblivious to me trying to break his hand he continues on, his mouth sucking on me as his tongue swirls around and over me and his fingers slam up and into me. He continues on through my tortured sobs and begging requests to be allowed to let go, to be allowed to cum again. Again, he rides my body to the very brink of my self-control, squeezing my hand at the very last moment before I can no longer control myself. Again, my body explodes, my nerves blaze with the sensation of my release as I shudder and convulse. His mouth still on me, his fingers still inside me.

As I come down from that orgasm, he takes his fingers out of me, sucking them clean of my cum in front of me before kissing me forcefully. My mouth willingly opening for him so that I can taste myself on his tongue. Then he places his hands on my shoulders and gently presses down. I fall gently onto my knees before him. His cock rock hard in front of me. Glancing up I see he looking down at me with a patient expectation.

Without a moments hesitation I take him in my hand, open my mouth and push his