Page 217 of Breaking Rosalind
“You’re so wet,” he says around my asshole. “Do you like it when I toss your salad, little pet?”
“Stop calling me that,” I say.
“Make me.”
I yank my other hand out of his grip, slam my elbows into the surface beneath me to push upward. Cesare’s tongue slips out of my asshole and grazes my clit. Sensations spark through my core, making my legs falter.
Ignoring the onslaught of pleasure, I scramble to my feet. Cesare grabs my waist, trying to pull me down, but I rush out of his grip. He slams me against the ropes, using our momentum to knock us both flying backward.
Cesare lands on the canvas first in a backward roll, holding my waist so I roll after him. He flips around, so I’m pinned with my weight on my shoulders and my ass in the air.
He positions himself between my spread legs, his face so close to my pussy that the skin there twitches against his stubble.
“Hey,” I say.
“Let’s see If I can make you ejaculate.” He sticks two fingers past my entrance and curls them inward.
I’m so slick and wet that my pussy welcomes the intrusion. My walls flutter around his digits, and the delicious stretch sends a shiver down my spine.
He curls his fingers and strokes back and forth against my g-spot, making me tremble and twitch in his grasp.
My legs tremble, my heart beats like a wild drum.
I’m still weak and trembling from the orgasm when he drags me to the edge of the canvas and hurls me against the ropes. I fall back, my arms splaying to the side, but he entangles them within the top and middle restraints.
“Shit...” I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
He laps at my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth in time with the movement of his fingers. My body convulses with each touch, the pleasure becoming too intense.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur.
He adjusts my position, bringing my hips toward the ceiling. Blood rushes to my head at the unusual angle. I would buck him off, but I can’t resist the raw pleasure. My body convulses with each lap of that skillful tongue, bringing me dangerously close to climaxing.
“What a good little pet,” he murmurs between my folds. “Holding still while I eat your sweet pussy.”
“Don’t stop,” I say from between clenched teeth.
“Why would I when I plan on making you squirt?”
His digits continue their relentless assault, stroking back and forth against that sensitive spot that makes my core ripple.
Molten ecstasy sears my veins, and my hips buck against his mouth, seeking that delicious climax. Pressure builds, and my inner muscles tighten around his fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he says, still lapping at my engorged bud.
My pleasure peaks, making my body spasm and contort. Pleasure radiates from my core in convulsions so intense that I scream.
Cesare continues licking me through my euphoria, detonating every nerve like strings of dynamite. The ecstasy continues building until it explodes in a forceful release, making me squirt all over his face.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I would apologize, but I’m not sorry. No one has ever made me come so hard. After holding me in position through the aftershocks, he releases me to the canvas, leaving me melting in a state of pure bliss.
As my eyes drift shut, my field of vision fills with his handsome features, framed by a chiseled jawline and tousled hair. His lips are swollen and face glistens with arousal. My heart races. This man is the embodiment of temptation, and his touch is electrifying. Every instinct says I should give in to my attraction, but there’s still a part of me that wants to resist.
“Your body recognizes its master,” he says. “It’s only a matter of time before your mind catches up with the truth.”
“Keep dreaming,” I say with a groan, even though his words hold a touch of truth.