Free Symphony In Rapture by Rachel Bo Page B

her body responded to his every touch. Finally her cunt spasmed so strongly, her tissues were wrenched from Nick’s hold. “Noooo,” she moaned, then felt Nick’s fingers plunging into her pulsating flesh. “Oh, God, yes!” Her body shook violently as she climaxed again.
    Nick reveled in the tight contractions of her pussy on his thrusting fingers. His cock throbbed intensely, semen seeping from its tip. He caught the shimmering liquid with one finger on his free hand and held it under Michelle’s nose. Her nostrils flared, and she opened her mouth and lapped the drop from his finger. Filled with insatiable need, she moaned, “Fuck me, Nick. Please. Please fuck me!”
    Nick climbed on top of her.
    Michelle felt just the head of his penis inside her, darting quickly in and out. “Oh, please, Nick. Deeper,” Michelle begged. She felt a little more flesh enter her, maybe one-third of his swollen staff this time, probing her slowly, carefully maintaining only that slight penetration.
    “Nick, please. Please!” Michelle moaned. She wanted to feel that massive cock inside her again.Needed it inside her.
    The hard rod between her legs bored deeper. Halfway. Quicker thrusts, but still not what she wanted. A sob escaped her. “Please, Nick. I’mbegging you.”
    A little more flesh, about three-fourths of his towering erection. Then he stopped. Nothing. “Nick, please.” No response. “Nick?”
    He watched as she nervously licked her lips, desperation written across her face. He waited patiently for her to say the words he wanted to hear.
    “Nick?” He still didn’t answer.
    “Anything, Nick. I’ll do anything,” she finally admitted.
    He smiled. “Anything?” he asked.
    “Yes!”
    He leaned forward. “Can I fuck your ass?”
    Michelle had never had that done before. She hesitated. Nick started to withdraw. “Yes, Nick. Please. Fuck my ass.”
    Nick almost came at those words, and he closed his eyes as he rewarded her by implanting the entire length of his thick cock in her clamoring pussy. He’d heard that phrase before, from his hired escorts, butthey were saying it because they were paid to. Michelle had said it because shewanted to—wantedhim —in a voice thick with desire.
    He pierced her pussy again and again, plumbing her depths. In sudden inspiration, he reached down and lifted her knees, holding them high as he fucked her.
    Michelle gasped. With the new angle, each plunge was pounding the head of his penis against her G-spot. “Yes, yes!” she screamed. She felt his sex pulse, spewing liquid sunshine into her ravenous cunt as they climaxed together.
    When it was finished, Nick offered her water again, then began untying her wrists. Michelle, who had so shortly before been sure she was spent for the night, waited anxiously, praying that he wasn’t finished.
    “I’m going to turn you over,” Nick explained.
    When she was on her belly and tied down again, Nick slipped a couple of pillows under her hips to raise her buttocks for easier access. The extra popsicle had melted, so he returned to the kitchen for another one. When he returned, he unwrapped it and reached over to the TV tray he had set up beside the bed. He had also purchased a brass bowl suspended over a candle holder while he was in Texas. A candle burned in it now, warming oil. He dipped the fingers of one hand into the oil.
    Michelle felt her cheeks being parted. A warm, slippery finger wriggled into her anus. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
    “Are you all right?” Nick asked.
    Michelle nodded, shocked at how good it felt.
    “Oh!” she yelped at the fierce cold invading her pussy as Nick began probing her ass with his supple finger. She moaned.
    “Do you like this?”
    Michelle trembled with the effort of not moving. She wanted nothing more than to pump her hips, to force both items deep inside her. “God, yes,” she moaned.
    Michelle shivered as Nick pumped the cold cylinder in and out of her pussy in rapid counterpoint to his