Wicked Burn

Niall blasted into another realm. She could think of no better way to describe what happened to her. When she came to partial awareness, she realized that the back of her head thudded against the door in the same tempo that shocks of orgasm convulsed her body. The sensation felt so overwhelming that she desperately sank her fingers into Vic’s thick hair and tried to pull him away from her pussy. But he only glanced up at her with a white-hot expression of furious lust, released her sex lips, stilled her tugging hand at the wrist, and continued to lick and suck at her clit relentlessly. He must have known that she would survive the powerful explosions, because they did eventually wane.

Still, while Niall experienced the most potent of those blasts, she wouldn’t have made the bet that survival was inevitable.

His voice brought her back to herself, as did his lips pressing warmly to her thighs.

“You’re so sweet, baby. Nobody comes like you,” he muttered roughly between kisses. “Nobody.”

Niall watched him through slitted eyelids. He moved his face between her spread thighs, soothing and igniting her flesh. His gray eyes met hers, his gaze striking her as both demanding and comforting at once.

“Are you all right?” he whispered next to her thigh before he nipped at the skin lightly.

“Yes,” Niall whispered shakily. Her vagina squeezed tight, desperate for something to fill it when he smiled.

“Good. Because I’m going to make you come again with these.”

“No,” Niall whispered anxiously when he held up her pearls. She wasn’t sure she could take another orgasm like that. His eyes gleamed with arousal and mischief.

“Why not? Don’t you like it when I make you burn?”

“Yes, but . . .”

She paused, her mouth hanging open when he reached up with both hands and ripped her panties apart as if they were made of tissue paper.

“Vic!”

“It’s okay,” he assured her, a naughty grin showing off his dead sexy off-center front tooth. “I’ll buy you more. Pretty little peach ones . . .” He leaned forward and kissed her damp, flushed folds. Niall groaned. “Silk.” He tilted his head and sent his tongue between her labia in a quick, teasing, wet swipe against her clit. “Pixie-sized,” he continued as he nuzzled her swollen lips with his nose, breathing her deeply at the same time.

“Small, not pix—oh, Vic . . . ah, God, that feels good.” She pressed her hand to the back of his head as he jabbed his tongue several times rapidly between her labia. “More!”

But instead of giving her what she begged for, he leaned back and once again separated her sex lips, exposing her red, glistening clit. Niall shuddered in anticipation when he lifted her pearls. A whimper slipped past her lips when he laced the hard, cool little globes between her labia. He pinched the sensitive folds together tightly.

His eyes met hers when he pulled up on the pearls. Niall jerked like a puppet at the end of a string.

“Shhhh,” Vic soothed, watching her face as though he saw something fascinating there. The pearls rolled with a hard pressure against her clit. He pulled on the bottom end, making her gasp in pleasure on the downward slide. He began to pull her prized gems back and forth gently, agitating her clit until it burned. Her hips began to bob up and down in order to increase the divine pressure.

He laughed softly. “Your pearls aren’t so prim and proper now. You like this, don’t you?”

Niall’s eyes closed as the intensity of the burn magnified.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” Niall whispered. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against the pearls that he put to such wicked use. An unbearably excited tingling sensation spread from the nerve-packed flesh that Vic abused and agitated to such stunning effect up her spine and down to the burning soles of her feet.

Vic smiled as he leaned forward and inhaled her pussy scent. Niall gritted her teeth in agonized pleasure as he increased the pace of the sliding pearls. He lapped lightly with his tongue at her sex lips. “Hmmm . . . those pearls are getting a nice seasoning.”

Niall whimpered as her hips bucked wildly. She’d never felt so helpless, so at the mercy of her desire. It was like her entire body consisted of one exposed, raw nerve.

He stabbed his stiffened tongue between her folds as he continued to roll the pearls against her clit. Niall cried out sharply at the indescribable sensation. She held his head in a white-knuckled grip. Just when her muscles went rigid in the rictus of orgasm she felt him push one of his fingers into her ass. He penetrated her fully, and rubbed at the same time the first blast of climax ripped through her.

Niall almost choked on her pleasure as she came, completely helpless as a violent orgasm shook and shuddered through her body.

“That’s my girl,” she heard Vic murmuring hoarsely a minute later. She realized dazedly that he was carrying her to his bedroom. She just lay on the end of his bed in a post-orgasmic stupor as she watched him hastily remove his clothes. He moved with a quick, frantic quality that she couldn’t quite comprehend in her spent state. The heavy pillar of his cock jutted out before him, stiff and tight and beautiful as he rolled on a condom.

Her vagina contracted hungrily and Niall suddenly understood his desperation fully.

Vic looked a little intimidating as he came down over her, a grim expression on his handsome face. Her eyes widened when he grabbed her wrists and fixed them above her head with one hand. She saw him stare at her nipples as they poked up when her back arched slightly off the bed. She still wore her bra, even though the cloth remained below her breasts, pushing the flesh and reddened nipples up into a lewd display.