Any Way You Want It

She rode the dildo faster, her breasts bouncing above the tight corset as her breathing escalated to match Remy’s.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick. It was impossibly hard, shooting straight into the air as if it were made of steel and not flesh and blood. A thick vein pulsed and throbbed as pearly precum erupted from the narrow slit and streamed down the sides like a bubbling volcano.

Her mouth watered, and her sex ached to be filled with him. It was all she could do not to yank out the dildo and impale herself on that monster erection of his.

She rocked her hips up and down, her * sucking hard on the fake phallus as fluid ran down her slit and between her buttocks.

She was on the verge of coming when Remy tugged at the leather restraints, his thick biceps bulging.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she scolded breathlessly. “What did I tell you about trying to get free? You’re my prisoner. I’ll release you when I’m ready to release you.”

His eyes flashed with savage displeasure, but he stopped moving.

“Good slave.” She gave him a sultry smile. “Do you want this *?”

His nostrils flared. “You know I do.”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Bad,” he growled. “So fucking bad.”

She smiled with satisfaction. “And you shall have it. Any way you want it.”

Anticipation filled his eyes as she slowly eased the dildo out of her body. It was slick and coated with her creamy juices.

Holding Remy’s gaze, she slid the rubber cock into her mouth and closed her eyes on a sultry moan of pleasure.

He made a strangled sound—half tortured groan, half violent expletive.

She laughed, deliberately licking the toy clean before reaching over to set it down on the table.

She turned back to Remy and pointed. “Slide down on the bed.”

He obeyed at once, moving down so that his muscular arms were stretched over his head and he was propped slightly on the pillows.

As he watched, she climbed over him and straddled his face backward. “Eat my *.”

The throaty command had barely been issued before he pressed his hot mouth to her drenched cunt. Her back arched, and she had to bite down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out with ecstasy.

Her thighs shook as he nibbled at her clit, rubbing it with his lips and tongue. She shuddered deeply, reaching down to squeeze her swollen breasts through the corset as he licked and stroked the plump folds of her slit, his hot breath gusting over her slick flesh.

She tilted her ass and hips back against his face, pushing at his hungry mouth as he ate her * with slow, deep licks that went from her clit to her asshole. With every stroke of his tongue, her body reeled with pleasure and raw sensation. Though she tried not to moan, it felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop the tears that swam into her eyes. The man’s oral prowess was a lethal weapon.

Seconds later she was climaxing, spasm after spasm slamming through her body and leaving her gasping. She felt the hot rush of her cum flowing out of her, shivered uncontrollably as Remy lapped it up with his tongue.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head, fighting to regain her composure before she could resume the game.

Gradually she collected herself and opened her heavy-lidded eyes.

“Very good, slave,” she managed to say calmly. “I’ll have to keep you around.”

“Thank you, my queen.” Remy’s voice was so husky she heard the barely leashed control. And she knew why.

His engorged dick, glazed with precum, demanded her immediate attention.

She lowered her head, her mouth hovering tantalizingly over the rearing cock.

“Do you want me to suck you?” she purred wickedly.

A hard tremor ran through his body. “Fuck, yeah.”

Her lips twitched. “Fuck, yeah, what?”

“Fuck, yeah, Your Highness.”

She smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

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