He fingered me again, three fingers now, stretching me wide while his tongue flicked relentlessly. My walls fluttered around him, orgasm crashing closer with each thrust. 

  Tied up, his face buried in me— this is better than any fantasy.

  He looked up, chin dripping with my arousal. “Come on my tongue, Lila. Show me you’re focused now.”

  I shattered, screaming his name as my pussy convulsed, squirting a little onto his hand. 

  He lapped it up, not stopping until I sagged in the chair, wrists raw from pulling.

  But he stood up slowly, his cock still hard and throbbing in his hand as he stroked it up and down, the...