REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
Author’s Note: This Episode is very explîcît and ónly intended for matured audience. Skip if you’re not among this audience. ✍️
By Presh Alicia Daisy.
CHAPTER 81 & 82.
DARK VORTEX OF PLEASURE
“I’ll fuck you hard, so deep that you would feel me for days. Your eyes will roll back into your head, you’ll feel lightheaded as you come around my dîck, convulsing in an onslaught of pleasure you have never felt before.” Kracus’s hand cupped her pussy, “I’ll make you feel so good. All you have to do is…say yes. Should I fuck you, Tesiera?”
Yes, her mind said.
“No,” she whispered out loud, leaning back against him.
Kracus nodded. “I understand.” And he did.
She swiveled her head to look at his face, “Does my answer put a stop to this, doc?”
“Not a chance in hell,” he smiled, shifting her hair to the opposite shoulder before playfully nipping at her neck. Her breath caught in response. “There are so many ways to have sex that doesn’t involve penetration. You’re mine today, Torturer.”
His words ignited a kind of fire inside her that she had never felt before.
Kracus withdrew his hand, stepped in front of her and guided them back to the bed. They climbed onto it and settled down, him lying on top of her.
As she reached for him, he gently shook his head, saying, “No, it’s my turn now. Just relax and enjoy.”
For a moment, she looked at him as if he had spoken a foreign language, “I’ve never done that before.”
He smiled through the haze of desire, “Today, you will.” Kracus had a lot in store for her; he suspected she might not even get her turn after he was done with her, though he kept that thought to himself.
She still had that confused look on her face, so he kissed her hard. Gradually, her tension melted away, and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Unlike other women, Tesiera was emotionally stunted.
Kracus would bet his license that she has never really let herself go in the bedroom before, she had never experienced that body consuming pleasure. He vowed to himself that before this was over he would pleasure her in ways she’d never imagined.
Breaking the kiss, he embarked on a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulders. Moving down, he placed gentle kisses on the peak of her left breast before lowering his head to plant a delicate kiss on her erect nipple.
Although her hand seemed poised to stop him, it lingered in the air before gently resting on top of his head. An unspoken sigh of relief escaped him.
He continued to tenderly caress her nipple with his lips, using his tongue to tease it until it stood firm and tight, and gleaming. He paused to survey his work with a satisfied smile. A ravenous growl escaped him as he once again took it into his mouth, this time pulling with more urgency, every tug hard.
A quiet moan escaped her lips as a mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain surged through her. Her back arched, and her fingers gripped his hair, “Don’t stop,” she ordered in a breathy whisper.
His Torturer wasn’t a noisy lover, he realized with a secretive smile. Interesting.
Was she genuinely this way, or had she conditioned herself to be so? Guess he’d find out before the end of this.
Gradually, he shifted his focus downward, his lips tracing a path across every accessible inch of her skin. He paused at the gleaming belly button ring, teasing and toying with it before dipping his tongue inside, sensually exploring her navel. A throaty moan escaped her, and her eyelids fluttered. Then, he moved lower.
She willingly spread her legs, creating ample space for his broad shoulders to nestle. Unintentionally, a deep, primal sound rumbled from his throat as he beheld the enticing sight before him. Her bare, pink, and glistening pussy, her engorged clït, practically beckoned him. He could feel his mouth watering in response. “You’re stunning, Tesiera.”
Using her elbows for support, she raised herself slightly, peering down at him through half-closed eyes. The sight of him there, studying her most intimate part with such intensity, stirred something deep within her. Meeting his gaze, she watched as his hands encircled the back of her knees, urging them to widen further, nearly to an eagle-like spread.
“Kracus…” Tesiera’s voice quivered, her tone tinged with hesitation. She had never felt this exposed. So damn vulnerable.
Almost as though he could perceive her thoughts, he offered her a reassuring smile that managed to be both comforting and reverent. “Please, trust me, baby.”
I’ve never trusted any man in that way, Tesiera wanted to retort, but at the last moment, she bit her lip, swallowing those words back. She had never experienced these sensations he evoked in her before, never imagined feeling this way. A part of her yearned for this moment. With him, it was almost a craving.
Kracus remained still to let her know that she held all the power here. He would stop if she wanted him to. That more than anything prompted the jerky nod of approval from her.
He pressed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, a gesture that felt like gratitude. Then, his lips wandered across her thighs and other intimate areas, purposely skirting the one spot that demanded his focus. He peppered kisses down her thighs, even trailing them to her knees before retracing his path upward.
With each evasion, her desire heightened, a sensation that surged through her body like charged electricity. Her breath hitched at every descent of his tantalizing lips, her frustration barely contained as she restrained a growl of need.
“Kracus,” she whispered, her hips moving in a subtle rhythm. She bit her lip, suppressing the urge to beg. Tesiera Rinderson didn’t beg.
A knowing smile curved his lips, his gaze meeting hers as though he knew what was going through her mind. Finally, he zeroed in on her glistening pûssy, bestowing a bold, assertive lick.
Her response was instantaneous; her back arched, and a nearly inhuman, undeniably sexy sound tore from her throat.Yet, his action proved to be a double-edged sword, as his own arousal surged almost painfully at the taste of her. He gripped his straining erection firmly, applying pressure until a jolt of pain shot through him, partially tempering his arousal.
He held her legs where he wanted them and licked her repeatedly, relishing the little breathy hitches he drew from her. Fuck, she was incredibly sexy. He could do this all day. Her body quivered with little tremors occasionally. And he still had more plans in store for her.
When Kracus pulled back, Tesiera was torn between relief and desperately reaching for him. Her senses were all over the place, her body radiating heat to the point where it felt like she could start a fire.
“This feels…this feels…” she swallowed tightly.
“What does it feel like, babe?” He asked, pressing a kiss inside her thigh.
She shook her head, unable to find words for it. She’d never felt anything like it before. These unfamiliar pleasures had thrown her off, leaving her feeling like she was in a different body altogether.
“Oh yeah?” He drawled, his eyes never leaving hers, he dipped his head and lapped at her swollen clît, watching the way her breath caught and her hips twitched. Then, he did something she wasn’t expecting.
CRACK!!
She heard the sound first before she felt the impact of his palm coming down on her pûssy in a smack. Her body jerked and her eyes which was half-lidded flew open, “What the hell are you—”
His palm came down again, just like the first time. Sharp spark of pain followed by white-hot pleasure traveled through her body straight from her vagina, and a loud moan filled the air. It took her a moment to realize the sound had come from her. Before Tesiera could fully process that Kracus was spanking her bare pussy, he did it again. And again.
“Oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“Not stopping, sweetheart. Jesus, you’re so hot.” He groaned, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her in an unrestrained passion. He palmed his aching cock, giving himself a few strokes. As he spanked her again, he groaned at the sight of her pûssy which has turned pinker under his assault.
As if a surge of scorching molten lava, the fire within her body intensified, spreading with an intensity that seemed to amplify tenfold. Pleasure surged to such an extreme that it felt like liquid heat, threatening to spill over the brim.
“Harder. Do it harder,” she breathed in a commanding plea, her head thrown back on the bed, she allowed it to roll to the left.
Kracus did it harder. Applying pressure—not enough to really hurt, but surely enough for her to feel the sting.
Tesiera cried out. The sensation was so overwhelming that her eyes welled up with tears, brimming with the potent mix of pleasure, pain, and an overriding sensation she couldn’t put a name to.
She could feel her orgasm coming, but he slowed down then. A growl of frustration rumbled from her lips, but he swiftly lifted his head and captured the sound with his mouth, absorbing it into a hungry kiss.
Tesiera was unbelievably wet, her own slick pooling where her ass met the bed. Another spank followed, drawing that unfamiliar sound from her lips once more, which he swallowed with his insistent kisses.
“You’re incredibly hot and wet, aren’t you? You enjoy this, don’t you?” Kracus moaned, punctuating his words with another spank. “You’re so fucking hot, baby.”
The well-known tingle ignited in Tesiera’s spine, her body quivering beneath his touch. The crescendo of pleasure built rapidly within her, almost pushing her to the edge. But just as she was poised to tumble over, he pulled his hands away.
She tore her lips away from his, her eyes shimmering with fire. “I need to come.”
“You’ll come when I say you can,” Kracus replied, his voice tinged with amusement and arousal.
Hell no. Her eyes narrowed in a calculating gleam, “I’ll come. You can’t control that.”
A tight chuckle escaped him, his gaze flashing back with a playful challenge, “We’ll see.”
And see, they did.
Kracus skillfully played her body like a musical instrument, taking her close to the brink of climax again and again, but not letting her tip over. He edged her so fucking hard, she thought she was feeling heavenly in hell.
At this point, pleasure had consumed Tesiera’s thoughts. Sweat dripped down, her body quaking. He brought her to the edge again and ruthlessly guided her away without tipping her over.
Perhaps, she should kill him. Heaven knows the fucker deserves it right now.
“Fuck, doc, what the…hell are you…d-doing to me?” Her voice sounded high-pitched and completely unfamiliar to her.
He paused the kisses and moved closer to her lower region. His eyes focused on her wetness as his hand landed there again, followed by a gentle stroke that sent another wave of pleasure through her. “I’m pleasuring you in ways you’ve never imagined.”
And he was achieving just that. At this juncture, she had grown so wired to his touch that her body jolted each time he repeatedly stroked her swollen clït, his fingers edging down to her entrance but never penetrating.
He didn’t breech her body in any way, however, Tesiera was almost on the verge of begging him to touch her there. She felt so hot inside there, she fucking ached. He was gonna be the death of her.
As someone well-versed in inflicting torture, she found herself less than thrilled to be at the receiving end this time. Bending down, he flicked his tongue over her clït, triggering an explosive reaction that nearly lifted her off the bed. Yet, Kracus seemed to predict this, his hand on her lower belly pressing her down firmly, preventing her from moving as he continued to explore her with his mouth.
He sucked her clit without finesse, hard and fast.
She wailed, managing to stifle it in the end to a strangled cry. Her body tensed like a bowstring, the sensation of climax rising within her like an impending tidal wave.
Not yet. Recognizing the signs, Kracus withdrew, preventing her release.
“I need to come,” she whimpered. She fucking whimpered. Tesiera couldn’t recognize her own voice anymore but she knew that she was gonna die if she doesn’t come.
“You’ll come, sweetheart,” Kracus said. The words spoken directly over her pussy caused vibrations at her core. His arm flashed down, and he slapped her smartly between her spread legs.
She heard a moan, her spine arching, her thighs dropped further open and her head shook side by side on the bed.
He slapped her again. Sucked her clit for a few seconds and slapped her again.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!
She needed something inside. Now!
“Inside. I need…,” She was delirious with pleasure, writhing wildly beneath him.
Kracus understood. He pushed a thick finger inside her wet heat, groaning at the same time she yelped. “Jesus, honey. You feel so fucking tight inside.”
He’d had a virgin when he was in college, but Kracus didn’t remember Vera being as tight as this woman in his arms. Her inner muscles gripped his finger, fluttering around it as if his finger was an intruder, torn between allowing it deeper or pushing it away.
“You feel so good, babe.” He groaned, “I can’t imagine how you would feel wrapped around my cock.”
A new rush of wetness met his seeking fingers. She loved the filthy words huh?
“Can’t wait for the day I could put my cock inside you. Bet your sweet cunt is gonna strangle my dick,” He said, pushing his finger deeper.
She moaned throatily, her hips moving faster, her body trembling hard. Her eyes were tightly shut, her vibrant red hair clinging to her sweety skin. She was so fucking beautiful.
“I’m gonna pound your cunt so damn hard you’ll come screaming my name,” he vowed. To show her what he met, he added a second finger—it was a tight fit—and fucked her so hard with them.
She literally thrashed beneath him. Her eyes snapped open and staring unseeingly at the ceiling. That was when he decided she’d had enough.
“Come,” he commanded. To punctuate his word, Kracus withdrew his fingers, then landed three firm spanks on her pussy, each one more intense than the last. He sensed her climax building like a powerful wave and bent down to suck on her already hypersensitive clit. At the same time, he shoved back two fingers into her.
She inhaled sharply, her mouth gaping open, and held her breath as her body tensed. In that instant, she seemed frozen, resembling a statue. Then, with an ear-piercing scream, her body fucking deteriorated.
She writhed. She thrashed like a wild thing. Her body put up a fight as overwhelming pleasure like she had never felt before crashed through her in waves. Kracus held her down, he never stopped—his fingers fucking her through her orgasm while his mouth sucked her like a starving man.
Suddenly, he pulled back and ruthlessly patted her convulsing cunt while dragging his fingers over the sensitive front walls of her inner muscles like he was rubbing her clit from the inside. A second orgasm erupted from her.
Tesiera’s eyes rolled back into her head as she slumped against him, repeatedly mewling in her throat like a kitten. She sounded so fucking hot, Kracus almost shot his load without touching himself. His cock arched so damn hard it was almost physical pain.
However, He kept touching her, fucking her with his fingers until he wrung every single pleasure out of her before he withdrew. Kracus was sure that she’d left marks on him during her orgasms—it’s not easy restraining a thrashing Tesiera—but it was so worth it.
“You’re so hot,” he kissed her forehead, “so fucking hot,” her nose, “the noises you make drive me crazy,” her lips. Then, he closed his fingers around his cock and tugged a few times. Instantly, he was coming with a loud groan.
He shot his load all over her, his sperm shooting so hard that some landed on her face, her breasts and her chin.
Her eyes fluttered open, her tongue slipping out to catch a droplet that had settled on her lips, her actions languid. A low moan escaped him, the sight amplifying his climax until everywhere momentarily turned blindingly white.
Finally, he slumped against her, careful not to put his full weight against her.
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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