"Isaac, you can't," I pleaded. He shot me a dark look and started assaulting my clit with his mouth. My wrists were straining the restraint as I pulled. His arms wrapped around my thighs and he kept me from pulling away. His mouth felt so good, and that pesky tongue, as it kept tracing erotic poetry on my clitoris.
"Please," I mumbled, to no avail. I felt the pressure building again and my moaning intensified.
"On no," he told me, "You are not allowed to finish yet. You've tortured me this whole trip, and now I get to torture you." He pinched my left nipple, and I winced.
He grabbed the maple syrup and drizzled a line down the length of his penis. He positioned it in front of my face and told me to open my mouth. I obeyed, and he shoved his penis inside. Then he gradually began to pull in and out.
"You better not lose any syrup," he warned. He was being gentler with me than he had been with Alexa, but I loved every moment that his immense girth was in my mouth. I sucked and licked looked at him for approval. His eyes were laden with lust. I moaned into his penis and he kept pumping him in and out. My tongue was licking around every surface. I wanted his jizz in all of me, and I tried to get him there.
"Oh no," he warned, "I will finish inside of you...the first time anyway." He pulled out of my mouth and positioned himself at my entrance. I started to protest but he put his hand over my mouth.
"This is your last warning," he said. I bit his hand and so he grabbed my balled up nightgown, and shoved it into my mouth. He started to slide inside me.
"You sure as hell feel wet," he growled. I had to admit, he felt amazing. He was going in slowly, savoring each inch. He wrapped his arms around me and tightened them as he entered me. When he was fully in me he started to pump in and out. I couldn't help but moan at the fullness of him, and how right he felt. I started matching his rhythm. We moved in perfect tandem. I started to Kegel around his dick too, in rhythm with his pumps. He groaned at the additional pressure.
¨Fuck," he shuddered, ¨that's more like it. You're being a good, little pet¨. He hooked one of my legs around his arm so he could fuck deeper and deeper. I was starting to get close again and I could tell he was too.
"Alexa is gone. We broke up last night." He whispered into my ear between pumps, increasing speed. I gripped the bars to the bed with my hands. I couldn't tell which was the more responsible source of ecstasy, his words or that amazing penis. "Truth is, I've been thinking about you this whole trip and I think she caught on," he was fucking me even faster now, and I wrapped my legs around him tight. He put his hands over mine and squeezed as he pumped into me. He was moaning into my ear, "Fuck you feel so good, Lola. And you've been right here all my life." He was such a perfect fit inside me, like he was made for me, and I for him. "I am going to finish. I love you," he gasped, and he came. I came too, with tremors all over my body. He pulled the gag out.
"I love you too," I said. We kissed, with him still inside me. All was right.
