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"y'know, I've had fantasies about you like this." He whispered.

"About tying you up, and teasing you until you're begging for me to fuck you, and when I do, you're screaming my name like it's the only word you've ever known. You're so wet, so tight, that I almost come immediately. But I don't. I want you to come, multiple times first, begging for mercy as the world is spinning around you. I finally release my load deep in that tight pussy and you sit up to suck me dry like I'm your favorite flavor lollipop."

I felt my center throbbing with need, for him. His grin spread from ear to ear, reading the look off my face as easily as it would be for him to read a picture book. His hand trailed up my thigh and he extended his index finger to reach my core. With one touch, my eyes widened, and his face showed that he was pleased with himself.

"Well that didn't take very long, no did it. God, you're so fucking wet baby."

I looked down to see his tip approaching me. He ground himself against me for a minute, slipping his length up to my stomach and back down to my entrance. My heart skipped a beat every time he ran over my sensitive bundle of nerves, and he clearly noticed as well.

His hands extended themselves and softly cupped my breasts. His lips met mine, soft and passionately. His fingers roamed over my chest, fondling my nipples lightly as his tongue danced over mine. I could start to feel him get rougher, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. He squeezed my breasts harder than necessary, but I couldn't say that I was complaining.

His attention focused further south as his pointer finger dipped into my folds. A soft moan slipped from my throat.

"mmm. I heard that" He growled, thrusting two fingers inside of me. I arched my back in reply. "And I intend to hear more." He finished, lowering his voice to just above a whisper.

He removed his fingers, licking me off of them one by one, all while keep intense eye contact.

He pressed his dick up against my thigh, requesting access I sure as hell wasn't going to deny. I spread my legs as wide as the ropes around me would allow to tell him I was ready.

I felt him push into me, stretching myself around his length.

He went into me slowly, allotting me room to get used to every inch of him. When we was finally all the way in, he began to trust roughly, having no particular pace or speed to follow. Pure instinct took over him, ravishing him in a similar fashion that he was ravishing me. It became clear to me that he was just getting warmed up when a familiar pressure began growing in the pit of my stomach. The pressure grew, and grew until finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I climaxed around him, my inner walls clenching as he continued to trust roughly into me. A few muffled screams left my lips.

I felt him increase his pace, not even comprehending how that was physically possible. He leaned forward, hovering his face over mine, and supporting his weight on his hands. His hips were banging mine in just the right places, sending my pleasure through the roof. I couldn't suppress the animalistic sounds that were escaping from my mouth. He seemed encouraged by this, giving me a little deeper thrust every time I did. The pit of my stomach started flipping again, and within a minute, I came undone. He smiled at me, steadying his pace to keep from exploding.

His hand skillfully traveled down my navel until it reached its destination, rolling and tweaking my clit. I screamed so loudly that I swear the whole room was shaking. I didn't come down from the intense high of the third orgasm until I felt him explode inside me, joining me in his own personal drift.

I remembered back to his fantasy, recalling the ending. I sat as upright as I could, licking the ti[ of his softening length as a tease. I heard him suck in a breath, trembling under my simple touch. I was feasting on the effect I had on him, it was one of the most incredible sights that I have ever witnessed. His bare chest heaves, exposing his flexed muscles. The veins in his neck pulse, throbbing at the beat of his heart. His breath is choppy, his voice raspy, but he manages to choke out a simple command.

"Suck." He orders softly. I happily obliged, taking him in my mouth and sucking him dry. The sensation of the taste created from the mixture of our juices attacks my taste buds, sending my hormones back on overdrive. I don't release him until every drop has been swallowed, finishing with one long lick up his shaft.

"Was that better thank you imagined in your fantasy?"

"More than you'll ever know." He replied, still drawing in a deep breath.

I flopped back down on the plush mattress, completely spent from my triple orgasm. I felt the rope on my ankle tighten, then release, freeing them from the bedpost. My hand received similar treatment, and I rubbed my itching wrists.