DIRTY DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Stories

Four: Pleasure

Three minutes.

That was all the time she had to earn her reward.

He had uncuffed her hands and ankles and also removed the blindfold.

Seraphina's gaze was locked onto the thick, seven-inch c**k standing proudly just inches from her face.

It was a magnificent specimen, hard as steel and pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Thick, ropy veins mapped the length of the shaft, tracing a path that her tongue ached to follow.

The head was a flushed, angry pink, glistening with a bead of precum that had welled up at the slit.

The sight made her mouth water uncontrollably, a physical reaction she couldn't suppress, the urge to taste him overwhelming her senses.

He stood above her, imposing and silent, enjoying the visual of her desperation.

He didn't rush her. He simply set the timer down on the bedside table and the countdown began immediately.

Seraphina knew she couldn't afford a single moment of hesitation.

The reward awaiting her was too necessary to risk failure.

She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around the thick base of his c**k, feeling the heavy pulse of blood beneath the skin.

She leaned forward, her breath hitching in her throat, and parted her lips.

The taste of him hit her tongue instantly—salt, musk, and a distinct, masculine tang that made her mouth water.

She swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge of his glans, dipping into the slit to gather the leaking fluid, savoring every drop and moaned deep in her chest as the flavor coated her taste buds.

Above her, a low, guttural groan vibrated through his chest.

It resonated in her bones, causing her neglected p***y lips to flutter in response, a clenching, aching emptiness forming between her thighs.

"f*****g hell," she heard him whisper, the words ragged and breathless.

Emboldened by his reaction, she opened her jaw wide and took him into her mouth, sliding the hot, hard length past her lips.

She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight, wet suction that pulled a hiss from between his teeth.

She relished the control she had in this moment, the power to reduce him to sounds and twitches with just her mouth. But the control was an illusion.

His hands suddenly descended, tangling harshly into her hair, fingers gripping the roots tight enough to send a sharp, stinging sensation across her scalp.

He didn't push her away; he anchored her, taking command of the rhythm so she took him deeper, sliding her mouth down the shaft, letting her tongue press flat against the underside of his c**k where the skin was hottest and the veins were most prominent, and began to bob her head.

Up and down, her saliva coating his length, making the movement wet and sloppy.

Another masculine sound vibrated through his chest, his hand leaving her hair, falling at his sides.

The sounds of her sucking—soft, wet squelches and the occasional gag filled the room, mixing with the heavy breathing of both of them.

His hands, which had been resting idly at his sides, suddenly moved again.

Fingers tangled harshly into her hair, gripping the strands, grounding her.

It only spurred her on.

She loved the roughness, the reminder that she was being used for his pleasure.

Determined to take as much of him as possible, Seraphina pushed past her comfort zone. She relaxed her throat muscles and plunged down, taking him to the back of her throat.

The thick head hit the narrow opening, triggering her gag reflex. Her body convulsed slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she forced herself to hold him there, breathing through her nose, fighting the urge to retch.

She swallowed around the head, the muscles of her throat contracting rhythmically, massaging him in a way that made his hips jerk forward.

"f**k," he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling just enough to make her scalp burn deliciously.

The timer was ticking. She could hear the faint, rhythmic beeping in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the dwindling seconds.

Panic and adrenaline mingled in her bloodstream, sharpening her focus. She pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth, gasping for air, a thick string of spit connecting her lips to his c**k before breaking and dripping onto her chin.

Then she sucked the tip of his c**k hard, making a loud moan crawl out of his mouth which surprised her but at the same got even more aroused, especially when she tasted more precum leaking into her mouth.

She took him deep again, faster this time, using one hand to stroke the base of his shaft, twisting her wrist in time with the movements of her mouth, doubling the sensation while looking up at him, her eyes wide and watery, seeking his gaze.

She wanted him to see the hunger, the desperation, the pure, unadulterated lust written all over her face.

The visual seemed to drive him wild. His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles in his thighs tensing under her free hand.

He was close. She could feel it in the way his c**k seemed to swell even larger, the way the throbbing against her tongue became more erratic.

Seraphina redoubled her efforts, ignoring the burning in her lungs and the ache in her jaw.

She was a woman possessed, driven by the promise of release and the thrill of the challenge.

She sucked hard again, her cheeks hollowing inward, her tongue dancing frantically over the sensitive head every time she pulled up.

Saliva escaped the seal of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts in long, viscous strings.

Tears tracked through her mascara but she barely noticed, moaning around his c**k like the slut he calls her.

The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room, amplified by the racing of her own heart in her ears.

Every grunt and shift of his hips did dirty things to her mind, fueling a wet heat between her thighs that demanded attention.

Seconds blurred into a haze of sensation.

His grip in her hair tightened, his breathing turning into sharp, ragged gasps mixing with timer beeping loud sound.

Suddenly, his hips jerked forward. He thrust deep, cutting off her air, burying himself to the hilt in her throat, and she whimpered as he held her head still, his fingers locking her in place as he let out a roar.

His c**k throbbed violently against her tongue, and then he was unloading.

Hot, thick c*m spurted down her throat.

She swallowed instinctively, her throat working to milk every drop from him, her body trembling with the intensity of his release.

Before she could catch her breath, before the spinning in her head could stop, he pulled away.

The loss was sudden and cold, but it lasted only a second.

His hands were on her shoulders, flipping her onto the bed with a strength that made her gasp.

She landed on her hands and knees, chest pressing against the mattress, ass arched up.

She was dripping wet, her p***y swollen and throbbing, aching to be filled.

At this point, if he doesn't give her what she wanted, she was going to scream at him.

Thankfully, he moved behind her, gripping her hips with bruising force before he slammed his entire length into her from behind in a way that forced a cry from her lips.

Her püssy struggling to take his length.

Fuck.

The feeling of having his c**k in her was... undescribable.

No words could describe how it felt.

She felt so full.

He filled her completely, the head of his c**k kissing her cervix, his hips flush against her ass.

Thankfully, he moved behind her, gripping her hips with bruising force before he slammed his entire length into her from behind in a way that forced a loud moan from her lips.

He didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm.

She choked on a sob, her body still reeling from the oral assault, now overwhelmed by the sheer physicality of his f*****g.

He angled her body the way he wanted it, pulling her hips back to meet his thrusts, arching her spine deeper.

One hand left her hip and tangled in her hair again, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at the ceiling even as she was pinned down.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, desperate for purchase as he drove into her again and again.

He kept driving into her with a force that stole the air from her lungs, his fingers dug into her soft flesh, anchoring her in place for his onslaught.

The thickness of him stretched her wide, the friction burning in the best possible way as he slammed in and out of her soaking wet hole.

"Take it," he growled, the words vibrating through his chest and into her body.

His hand came down hard on her right ass cheek, the impact sending a shockwave rippling through her flesh.

Seraphina cried out, the sound muffled against the duvet as her face was pressed harder into the mattress.

The sting was immediate and sharp, blooming into a heat that radiated outward, mingling with the overwhelming fullness in her cunt.

He didn't give her a moment to adjust; instead, he used the momentum of the spank to drive deeper, his c**k head kissing the entrance of her womb with every brutal thrust.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric in her white-knuckled grip.

Her ass ached, throbbing in time with the heavy slaps he rained down on her, but the pain only served to sharpen the pleasure spiraling through her core.

She felt used, owned, a mere vessel for his lust, and the realization made her head spin.

Her mouth hung open, silent gasps turning into breathy whimpers as he angled his hips differently, dragging the ridged veins of his shaft against her sensitive inner walls.

He groaned loudly.

"So f*****g tight," He gritted out, punctuating the sentence with a particularly deep thrust that made her toes curl. "You love this c**k, don't you?"

"Y... Yes" She gasped out as he thrusted into her again, this time harshly like he was punishing her for something and it knocked out all the air from her lungs.

She heard his breathless chuckle at her response.

"Of course you love it. No c**k is better than mine. Infact, no man in seven life times to come will f**k you the way I'm gonna f**k you"

She couldn't form words, only a desperate, high-pitched mewl that spilled from her lips.

Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once.

The pressure inside her built rapidly, a tight coil winding in her lower belly, ready to snap. When he shifted his stance slightly and drove upward, the blunt head of his d**k smashed directly against her G-spot.

Her vision blurred instantly, white noise flooding her ears as her body seized up.

"R... Right there!" she screamed, and he didn't waste any second before hitting that spot again roughly.

She came instantly, her p***y clamping down around him like a vice.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her muscles fluttering and spasming uncontrollably.

A fresh gush of arousal coated his length, making the wet sounds of their coupling even louder, filthier.

But he didn't stop. He didn't slow down or wait for her to ride it out. If anything, her climax only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming erratic, almost violent in their intensity.

He f****d her through the orgasm, dragging it out until it bordered on pain, her face scrunching up as overstimulation set in.

"Please, it's too much," she sobbed, though her hips pushed back against him instinctively, betraying her need for more.

"Too much? Isn't this what you fûcking wanted?" He rasped, his hand leaving her hip only to deliver a stinging slap to her other ass cheek.

The sharp crack coincided with him hitting that same devastating spot inside her again.

He grabbed the reddened flesh of her ass, squeezing hard, watching the way it jiggled under his hand.

The combination of the rough squeeze on her tender skin and the relentless pounding of her G-spot triggered a second, even more powerful orgasm.

Seraphina shattered completely.

Her arms gave out, and her upper body collapsed fully onto the bed, leaving her ass high in the air, completely exposed to his mercy.

She buried her face in the sheets to stifle her screams, her entire body trembling violently.

Juices streamed out of her, trickling down her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath them.

It was a mess, a slick, lewd testament to how thoroughly he was wrecking her.

She spread her thighs wider in her kneeling position, an unconscious invitation for him to go deeper, her face scrunching in pleasure as he knocked the sweet spot inside her again and again until she was sobbing with pleasure into the sheets.