Chapter 3: Rising Action
Now that you made me cum Suzanne it's my turn with your body. But I'm not just going to make you cum. I'm going to tease your body.
I'm going to make you beg for release," John said with a devilish grin.
Suzanne's heart raced as she looked up at him, unsure of what to expect. She had never felt such an intense mixture of fear, excitement, and desire as she did in that moment.
John ran his hands over her body, savoring every inch of her soft, smooth skin. He teased the outline of her breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen under the slightest touch.
John lingered there, watching a soft blush appear on Suzanne's chest. He knew she could feel the heat of his gaze warming her skin.
She moaned softly as he ran his fingers down her stomach, eliciting a tremble from the young woman, and continued to trace lower.
"Ah, John," she whispered, squirming under him.
"You know I'm going to tease you bad right?" John's voice was a low growl by now, a mix of excitement and cruelty.
Suzanne's breath hitched, her eyes darting back and forth between John and Emily. She nodded, unable to find her voice. She suddenly felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.
"Good, then let's begin," John said as he pushed Suzanne back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. He leaned down, his hot breath on her sensitive flesh making her shiver. He ran his tongue along her slit, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
She was absolutely soaking now, her pussy was begging for John's attention. John leaned in and latched on to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, and flicking it with his tongue. Suzanne screamed out loud, grasping at the sheets, as her body convulsed with each movement of John's mouth.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her pussy contract and release around his fingers as he made love to her clit with his mouth.
Emily watched with desire etched on her face.
She knew it wouldn’t be long until she joined them. She smoked her cigarette deeply, feeling the nicotine rush through her veins as it always did. This choice before her, between allowing herself to be dominated or taking control, was exhilarating.
Suzanne knew what she wanted.
John yanked her legs open wider, revealing the glistening juices of her arousal. His tongue darted out to taste her and she moaned, her hips bucking up towards his mouth.
"God, yes," Suzanne whispered, fisting her hands in the sheets as he feasted on her. His fingers joined in the dance, sliding in and out of her slippery folds with an expert touch.
He knew just how to touch her, to make her gasp and moan.
Suzanne was getting lost in the waves of sensations, her mind spinning, and her vision swimming. She could hear the sound of her heart beating in her ears and the wetness between her thighs as John continued to play with her.
"You're so fucking wet," he groaned against her swollen clit, sending shivers down her spine. "I can smell your arousal, Suzanne.
It's heavenly," Emily purrs as she takes another drag of her cigarette. She walks over to the bed, her body swaying seductively, and climbs onto the mattress, spreading her legs wide to reveal her wet, glistening folds. Suzanne looks as if she's in a trance, unable to tear her gaze away from Emily's slick sex.
John's persistent licking and teasing has her writhing and moaning, her body begging for release. Emily, in turn, cannot get enough of the sensation of John's skilled tongue and teeth on her clit. She grasps at her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she watches Suzanne's reaction to the sight of Emily's pleasure.
Emily starts to finger herself while she watches John finger Suzanne.
She cannot take her eyes off the sight before her.
As he scales up his tempo, Suzanne moans loudly, her feet kicking up in the sheets. Emily, unable to control herself any longer starts to orgasm.
She thrusts her fingers deep inside her pussy, feeling the walls close tightly around her, pulsating as the ecstasy racks through her body. Her nipples are rock hard.
"Please don't stop. I'm about to cum" Suzanne says. John stops all pleasure and says you cum when I think your ready to cum.
He gets up and walks away, leaving Suzanne panting and quivering with need. Emily continues to finger herself. She looks up at John, watching as he takes a step back, his eyes shining with an animalistic hunger. The intensity of their combined gazes makes Suzanne shiver, her body reacting on instinct.
"Fuck, John. I want you inside me," Emily moans, thrusting her fingers deeper into her pussy.
John grins, his eyes never leaving Emily's pleasure-filled face. In due time baby. I am going to fuck the hell out of both of you soon. But I'm going to continue to tease Suzanne first.
I'm going to ruin her. I'm going to make her do anything for an orgasm first. She is going to give her body to my desires.
John turned his gaze to Suzanne, her body still twitching with arousal from Emily's orgasm. He looks at her hungrily, licking his lips as he lays his hands on her body, slowly stroking her curves with expert precision. He knows how to create the perfect proximity between her thighs, tormenting her with the next piece of foreplay.
"Does someone need to cum bad?" Asked john , a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Suzanne's body tensed, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing even wetter. "Yes sir" she says.
She can barely believe the words coming out of her mouth, but she needs this orgasm so badly.
John gives a low chuckle, as Emily continues to finger herself on the bed, watching her lover torment Suzanne. "Well, Suzanne, it seems like you are ready to beg for release." He crawls onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She can feel his erection pressing against her thigh, she wants him inside her so badly. "Let me see," John says with a wicked grin, as he trails his fingers up her other thigh.
She moans as he moves them closer to her dripping wet pussy. He teases the outer lips before sliding a single finger inside her slick channel. Emily's fingers still moving on her clit, watches as John adds a second finger and starts pumping them in and out of Suzanne at an easy pace. He's barely moving, yet it drives Suzanne insane.
"John, please. More!" She cries out, but he doesn't seem eager to oblige just yet. Instead, he fingers her slowly and deliberately, like he's taking pleasure in her frustration.
His thumb brushes over her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body, but when she tries to grind against him, he pulls away.
"Come on, John. Don't tease me." Suzanne whines, gripping the sheets beneath her.
"I'll stop when I'm good and ready," he says with a grin, leaning down to kiss her slowly while continuing to rub her gently. Emily watches from the side, still circling her own clit as she enjoys the show.
She takes another long pull from her cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her lungs and the rush of nicotine flow through her veins.
"You're so good at this, Suzanne. You take whatever I dish out," John says. He leans back, admiring his work as he pulls his fingers from Suzanne's pussy, leaving behind a trail of wetness on her inner thigh. He watches as she writhes in frustration, panting heavily.
Suzanne can hardly contain herself.
All she wants is to come. I need you to fuck me," she pleads, her voice as hoarse as a cat's.
John chuckles at her desperate tone. With a devilish smile, he moves his hands to her hips, holding them in place.
"Not yet, little one," he growls, bringing his face inches from Suzanne's.
"You'll cum when I allow you to. Not a moment before."
John start to eat Suzanne clit again while he continued teasing her with his fingers. Her breath shortened, her heart rate increasing rapidly. Her body shaking in pleasure and anxiety.
Emily watch as Suzanne grind against John's face, the doctor's fingers on her clit, the sensation overwhelming. She arches her back, a low moan escaping her lips as she looks up at the ceiling, eyes clenched tightly shut, hips bucking against John's face in unshackled desire.
John added another finger inside her, making Suzanne yelp in pleasure.
He moved his free hand, now covered with her salty juices, down to her opening and started to pump three fingers in and out of her tight pussy. Suzanne's palms were flat on the bed, nails digging into the comforter as her legs were spread wide. It felt like a hedonistic dream, every lascivious expletive and dirty obscenity that John whispered in her ear adding fuel to the fire in Suzanne's loins.
As John began to pick up the pace, Suzanne started to writhe wildly on the bed.
Emily couldn't help herself any longer, her own orgasm building to a crescendo. She squeezed her legs together, moaning loudly as she finally gave in to the intense pleasure building deep within her.
Suzanne watched as Emily's entire body shuddered in orgasmic bliss, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came harder than she ever had before. Seeing her coming pushed Suzanne right to the edge, her breath hitching as she felt her climax just within reach.
But John wouldn't let her get there just yet.
He pulled back and started to tease her again, slowing down his thrusts. Suzanne gasped in frustration, feeling her climax slipping away. "John, please!" she begged, thrashing her head back and forth.
John smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You'll cum when I say you can, little one." His hot breath tickled her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. He continued to piston his fingers in and out of her tight heat, his thumb still circling her clit.
Suzanne was panting, her breath hot and heavy. The bed sheets were wet with her arousal as John brought her to the very edge before pulling back.
"You're cruel," she whimpered, eyes pleading. She dug her nails into the mattress, hips bucking against his hand. She needed more. She needed him inside of her, filling every inch of her being, obliterating every rational thought and leaving only lust in its wake.
John's eyes darkened with pure, unadulterated desire as he looked down at Suzanne.
"You're right, I am cruel," he growled. As he ordered Emily to cum again. Show Suzanne how you can cum and she can't right now.
Emily continued to finger herself in front of Suzanne. Her eyes hazy with desire as she began to pleasure herself in rhythm with the pounding of John's fingers. The sound of John's rough groans and Suzanne's moans bouncing off the walls made the room feel electric with passionate energy.
Emily starts to cum yet again , her body trembling and shaking as she orgasms once more. She slides her fingers out of her wet pussy, turning to face John and Suzanne. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure, she lies back down on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
"See what I can do baby? I can cum whenever I want," Emily said with a grin.
"You can't though, can you, Suzanne?"
John chuckled. "See, little one, you're not the only one who knows how to tease a body."
Suzanne looked down at her own trembling form. She was so close to orgasming, but John had her frozen in place, just out of reach. She could feel her body begging for more, the sweet ecstasy of release just within reach.
"Now, how bad do you want to cum?" John asks, his voice a sexy growl that sends chills down Suzanne's spine. She moans in response, arching her back as he lets another finger slip inside her while he continues to lick her clit.
Suzanne's eyes close, and she throws her head back in pleasure, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She can feel her orgasm racing towards her, just a quick flick of John's tongue away.
But John always seems to be just out of reach, teasing her mercilessly.
He pulls back for a moment, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Not just yet," he says, and slips away from Suzanne's grasp.
"John, please," Suzanne pleads, but he ignores her.
The exquisite torture continues for what feels like an eternity. Suzanne's body is tingling with anticipation, and she is so ready for release.
Tell me how bad you want it Suzanne. Tell me how your body feels.
How it aches for release. How every stroke of my fingers feels like a lightning bolt piercing through your core, taking you closer to the edge but never letting you fall over, Suzanne."
Suzanne felt exposed. She was about to tell this stranger how every nerve in her body was alive and screaming for the blissful oblivion she knew only John could bring her. But as she opened her mouth to speak, John's fingers were back inside her, pumping in and out in a maddening rhythm.
Suzanne's words were replaced by a loud moan as she threw her head back, her body arching towards John.
"Please," she whispered hoarsely, "I can't take it anymore."
Emily watched from the side, her own breath hitching as she watched John bring Suzanne to the brink of orgasm. She could see the desire in John's eyes as he watched Suzanne's body writhe in pleasure, her full breasts bouncing with each movement.
Then tell me how bad you want it. John said.
"Now I want you to tell me exactly how you feel. I want to know the thoughts that are running through your mind. The things that make you tingle. And the things that drive you wild. I want it all," he demanded, his voice like a whip cracking in the room. He pumped his fingers into her faster and harder, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge she so desperately craved.
Suzanne starts to tell him how bad she needs to cum
, how every nerve in her body is on fire and how she can feel the waves of pleasure exploding within her. She pleads with him, her voice hoarse with desire, "Please, John...please let me cum. I can't take this anymore."
John's smirk grows even broader at her feeble attempts at controlling the situation. He continues to pump his fingers inside her, grinding his thumb against her clit.
"Tell me what you want, Suzanne", he demands.
She can barely think straight in her desperation. All she can manage is a whimper "I...I need to cum".
John laughs, a low and deep sound. "Oh, you will, but not yet. I want you to beg for it."
Her body trembles as he withdraws his fingers from between her legs. She whimpers in protest, desperate to feel his hands on her again. He sits back on the bed and flicks his gaze over her naked body, admiring the way she squirms in frustration.
Suzanne's chest heaves as she gasps for air, trying to catch her breath. The rage in her eyes burns bright, but John can see the weakness in them too.
"Now I want to hear you beg," John says with a grin, his voice imbued with roughness.
Suzanne whimpers again, her voice hoarse. "I need you, please. Let me cum, John. I can't take much more," she pleads.
John chuckles deeply, still lingering on the edge of her pussy. He pushes his fingers inside her, the tips curling against her G-spot. "You're so close, aren't you, little one?" He asks with a wicked smirk, "You want to come so badly, don't you?
You're dripping wet, and I can feel your heartbeat pulsing through your clit. It's fucking sexy as hell, seeing you so desperate for release."
Suzanne moans loudly in agreement, her hips bucking against John's fingers. She can't think straight anymore; all she wants is to feel the sweet release of an orgasm. She feels like she's going mad with desire.
"Beg me, then," he commands, his voice stern and commanding. "Beg me to make you cum".
John said with authority in his voice. He slipped another finger into her, making her moan.
"Please, John," Suzanne whimpered, gripping the sheets beneath her. "Fucking make me cum. I'm begging you."
Emily watched as John continued to work his fingers in and out of Suzanne, his thumb still pressed firmly against her clit. She could see the tremors running through Suzanne's body as she got closer and closer to climax. She looked like a woman possessed, unable to control herself as pleasure overtook her.
"Please, John, I can't stand it much longer," Suzanne begged, her voice shaky and desperate. "I need you to let me cum now."
John chuckled, his hand still working its magic on Suzanne. He slid a fourth finger inside her and her body took a quick intake of breath.
"Oh fuck," she screamed as she arched her back, her sensitive nipples pointing towards the ceiling. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face and her chest heaved as her orgasm neared.
She looked up at John with desperation in her eyes, pleading for release.
He smirked down at her and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You're going to cum when I say you can," he murmured.
Suzanne's frustration was palpable now. "Please, John," she begged. "Please let me cum."
With a cruel smile, John pulled his fingers out of her and stood up. Suzanne let out a small whimper of disappointment.
Are you willing to do anything to have this orgasm?
Impatiently, John looked her deep in the eyes and said, "Prove it."
"Emily go light up a cigarette for Suzanne. She is going to smoke for me to earn her orgasm." Suzanne's heart races at the command. She's never smoked before, but as she looks up at John with a mix of fear and excitement, she knows she'll do just about anything to cum.
"Come on, light it up, Suzanne," John says with a grin as he hands her the cigarette Emily has lit for her. As she takes the first drag, she starts coughing uncontrollably, and John chuckles at her amateur attempt.
"That's a good start, Suzanne," he says with a wink. "But you need to do better."
Suzanne, desperate to satisfy her carnal desires, takes another drag, this time deeper and with more composure. She feels the nicotine invade her lungs and her head swimming in a haze of pleasure and lust.
Emily approaches Suzanne, placing her hand on her back in support and reassurance. "Just breathe, Suzanne, and relax," she whispers in her ear.
Suzanne follows her lead, inhaling slowly and deeply, holding it in for a few seconds, and then slowly exhaling. She can feel the tension easing from her body as she continues to smoke, her mind focusing on the sensation of the warm smoke swirling in her lungs.
John watches with rapt attention as Suzanne finds her footing, the look on his face a mixture of arousal and admiration. "That's it, baby, nice and easy," he says, his voice husky with arousal.
Suzanne relaxes into the sensation, feeling her body tremble with pleasure as the nicotine rushes through her veins.
"Now, Suzanne, tell me what you want," John orders, his eyes darkening with desire.
"I want to cum," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
"And how do you want to cum?" he presses, leaning closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear.
"I want you to make me cum," she gasps, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice.
John, his lust turned into a dark passion, presses himself against her. "You'll get your release soon, darling. But first, you need to finish your cigarette."
John's voice is a sultry growl, full of want and desire.
Suzanne nods hurriedly, taking another drag of her cigarette, her hand trembling.
"Good girl," John praises, before moving behind Emily. He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her panties. "May I?" he asks, looking at Suzanne from over Emily's shoulder.
Suzanne nods again, barely able to contain her excitement. John slowly slides Emily's panties down her thighs and begins to massage her clit.
Emily lets out a low moan as she feels John's fingers against her sensitive skin. He sucks on her neck while continuing to massage her clit, causing Emily to squirm in pleasure.
Emily's moans get louder and more intense as John increases his pace. Suzanne can hardly believe the sight before her, her inhibitions fading away as she watches. She feels a warmth building between her legs, her clit throbbing in rhythm with Emily's moans.
John turns his attention to Emily's nipples, taking one in his mouth and biting down gently.
Emily's moans escalate into cries as she writhes beneath him, driven wild by the pain-tinged sensations racing through her body. John switches his attention to her other nipple, biting and sucking at it roughly, licking and biting at her skin until Emily is gasping for breath, almost hyperventilating with pleasure.
With Emily lost in the throes of passion, John moves down her body, kissing a trail of fiery kisses over her stomach and down leg.
Suzanne watches, her breath hitching in her throat as she does so. She can't believe what she's seeing, the sight of Emily's trembling body and John's hungry kisses stirring a fierce, intense longing within her.
Suddenly, John's head disappears between Emily's legs, his tongue darting out to taste her in one long, slow lick. Emily cries out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her.
Suzanne watches in awe as John pleasures Emily with his tongue, her legs spread wide open, displaying her slick folds. The sounds of Emily's moans fill the room, a symphony of desire that inflames Suzanne's own arousal. She feels her own pussy throbbing, the intimate need to feel his tongue on her growing by the second.
John looks up at Suzanne, his face glossy with Emily's wetness.
Are you done with your cigarette yet?
", John asked Suzanne, watching her take a final long drag. Her eyes were glazed, locking on his as she slowly let the smoke escape through pursed lips.
"Yeah I..." Suzanne mumbled, her eyes rolling back in lust-filled haze.
"Good," John responded, making his way towards her again. He reached down, grabbing her hand that held the crushed cigarette butt, and brought it to his open mouth. He sucked it before throwing it to ground, an evil grin complimenting his filthy act.
Suzanne tried to catch her breath, her eyes unfocused, trying to process the haze of arousal that was now clouding her mind. Chest heaving with each labored breath, she closed her eyes and felt the heat of John’s body pressing against hers.
John hovered above her, grinning wickedly as he leaned in to steal her lips in a passionate kiss. His body was heavy, powerful, and delicious as it crushed her beneath him.
As his tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring its deepest reaches, his hands moved down to take a firm grasp of her breasts. With an approving moan, John cruelly twisted and tugged at her sensitive nipples. The sharp pain caused Suzanne to gasp against his lips, her tongue dancing with his.
John's hands began to roam, tracing a line down her trembling stomach before settling between her legs. He rubbed at her wetness gently, teasingly, and Suzanne could stand it no longer.
She thrust her hips up against his fingers, seeking friction, release.
"Please," she breathed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Please, I need it bad. Make me cum." She said loudly, her voice shaking with raw desire.
John tenses, his fingers delving deeper. "Almost there, my dear," he groans, grinding his hips into her.
"No, I NEED IT NOW!" she screams, twisting her torso to meet his fingers.
John's fingers probe deeper inside her, hunting for her G-spot as he continues to tease the bundle of nerves just below her clit, making her whimper and sigh with each touch. Suzanne writhes beneath him, clutching at the soft fabric of the sheet beneath her, never wanting him to stop.
"You're so fucking wet for me," John mutters, kissing her before diving back down to her aching thighs, taking one of her swollen, needy lips into his mouth with a hungry growl.
Suzanne's moans fill the room as John's tongue moves expertly over her clit, making her quiver with delight.
Her legs are spread open as far as they can go as John licks and sucks on her clit, sending shocks of pleasure all the way up into her core. John keeps alternating between gently caressing her clit and delving his fingers deep inside her, stretching her tunnels with his thick and long fingers.
It feels incredible and her arousal spirals out of control.
"Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet and tight," John praises, pushing his thumb against her clit while his fingers plunge deeper and harder.
Suzanne cries out with pleasure, arching her back as she feels her inner walls tighten around his fingers. It's maddening, this teasing, this torture - each sensation building on the other until she's a writhing mess beneath him. She needs release, craves it like a drug and knows she can't hold back much longer.
The pleasure is building to a crescendo and soon, she'll reach her peak.
In one swift movement, John withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. He flicks it against her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth before releasing it again. Suzanne's back arches off the bed as she lets out a guttural moan, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her.
"Please don't stop," she begs, hips bucking against John's mouth.
He thrusts his fingers in her harder.
Suzanne let out a loud, throaty moan as he hit her g-spot just right. Her hips bucked instinctively as his thumb continued to circle her clit.
"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" He growled.
Suzanne responded with another moan as her head rolled from side to side. She was so close to the brink but still couldn't quite fall over the edge. Every time she got close, he'd pull back just enough to keep her on the edge but never allow her to orgasm.
"Fuck, John, please," she whimpered, clutching at his shoulders.
"Beg me, Suzanne," he commanded, biting her earlobe and making her gasp. "Beg me to let you come."
Suzanne was beyond caring about appearances. She knew she must look wild with her hair tangled and matted with sweat, her chest heaving as she begged for release.
"Please, John. I need it so bad. I'm begging you.
Can't you see how much I need it? My body's on fire, and I can't take it much longer. My thighs are trembling, and I'm panting like a whore in heat. John's fingers are still buried deep inside me, and he's smacking my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
"That's it, baby," he grunts, his other hand clamping down on my throbbing clit and drawing a moan from my lips. "You're so wet and hot for me.
I can feel you clenching around my fingers, trying to get me to make you cum." John's gruff words dripped like sweet honey off his lips, making Suzanne shudder with anticipation.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of desperate need, and whispered, "Please, John. I need to cum so bad.
The intensity in her eyes was like a trigger for him. John curled his fingers inside of her, finding just the right spot that sent Suzanne's eyes rolling back into her head.
He moved with a purpose now, massaging her G-spot with the perfect amount of pressure. Suzanne writhed on the bed, bucking her hips and moaning as John's fingers played her like a fiddle.
Suzanne tried to reach down and touch herself, but John smacked her hand away. "No, you don't get to touch yourself," he growled. "Only I get to make you cum."
Suzanne whimpered in protest, but she knew better than to argue.
John may have been a dominating man, but he knew exactly what he was doing - how to bring Suzanne to her breaking point and tease her relentlessly.
With his hand still firmly planted on her hip, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You want to cum, Suzanne, I can feel it. But I won't let you until you beg for it. Tell me what you want, and tell me you'll do anything to get it."
Suzanne sighed heavily, her eyes fluttering hungrily.
She bit her bottom lip, struggling to find the words to beg for what she wanted. Her body was trembling now, writhing and squirming beneath John's skilled touch. She buried her face in her pillow, futilely trying to quiet the whimpers and moans that escaped her lips. Part of her didn't want anyone else to hear the desperation vibrating through her voice.
"You're so fucking close, my pet," John snarled into her ear, his breath hot and filthy.
"Fuck, oh god, yes..." Suzanne whimpered in reply, her hips bucking instinctively as his fingers found her clit and flicked at it with expert precision.
"Say it, Suzanne. Say what you want, or I promise, I won't let you cum," he taunted, his fingers slowing and withdrawing just enough to cause Suzanne to scream with frustration.
"Oh god, I need it, John. Please, I beg you, let me cum."
Suzanne begged, tears of despair filling her eyes.
Her body felt like it was on fire, writhing and bucking beneath John's skilled touch. She could feel the waves of pleasure building inside of her, threatening to break free at any moment. But John had other plans. He pulled his hand away from her heated center, leaving Suzanne panting and gasping for breath.
"John, no!" Suzanne wailed, reaching out to grab his arm, but he was too quick for her. "Don't stop now! Please, I'm begging you!"
John just chuckled, an evil gleam in his eye.
"That's it. Now you're ready," he said, "Now I'm going to make you cum o er and over and over again till you can't take it" With that, John pushed his tongue against her clit, prodding at the hypersensitive bundle of nerves with steady pressure. His fingers continued to move inside her, hitting her g-spot in a rhythmic pattern that kept Suzanne writhing and moaning in pleasure.
John's lips found their way to her nipples, sucking and biting at them with a ferocity that would have been unimaginable moments ago. Suzanne's entire body was electrified, her whole existence reduced to the explosions of pure pleasure coursing through her veins.
A low rumble caught in her throat as John continued his relentless assault on her clit, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on her nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself harder against his mouth.
Her mind reeled as she felt him slide a third finger inside of her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of sweet oblivion. She could feel the tension building in her muscles, her breath hitching with each thrust.
"John...
oh god, John, I'm gonna cum," she moaned loudly, her voice shaking.
John smirked, feeling her walls tightening around his fingers. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Cum for me. Let go and give in to the pleasure."
Suzanne couldn't hold back anymore. She screamed out as she came hard, her body writhing and trembling beneath him. John continued to finger her through her orgasm, making it intense and never-ending.
Suzanne felt her muscles clamping down on him with every wave of pleasure, but John didn't show any signs of easing up. With expert skill and precision, he kept plunging in and out of her, manipulating her G-spot until she was begging for mercy.
Oh fuck I'm gunna cum again!
Suzanne screamed out as John continued his relentless assault. She writhed beneath him, her breasts bouncing and nipples rock hard from the intense pleasure coursing through her body. John's fingers moved in a hypnotic rhythm inside of her, every thrust sending her soaring higher and higher.
Suzanne's body was coated in a thin layer of sweat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself spiraling towards another orgasm.
John's fingers still plunging in and out of her, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit, added to her unbearable pleasure.
"Fuck!" she screamed out, her toes curling as the first spasms of her third orgasm hit her.
John didn't let up the pace, doubling-down on the pressure as he sensed Suzanne approaching the height of her pleasure. She thrashed beneath him, biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming too loud.
Her body was a wildfire of pleasure and pain, her nerves alight with a desire so fierce it took her breath away. She felt herself hurtling towards a forth orgasm and she couldn't believe it - she had never felt anything like this before, never known that she could be so wanton, so uninhibited.
But John was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, teasing and taunting her with every stroke and touch. His fingers continued to plunge in and out of her slick heat, while his tongue swirled around her clit with a skill that was almost cruel.
She had never felt anything like this before - the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
Suzanne writhed beneath him, arching her back and moaning as his fingers hit that perfect spot inside her. She could feel herself building to another orgasm, the pressure building deep within her core.
Suddenly, John pulled away, his fingers slipping out of her with a wet sound. Suzanne cried out in protest, reaching for him desperately. But John just smirked down at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"You want more, don't you?" he rasped, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Suzanne nodded frantically, unable to find her voice.
Good because it's time to fuck. I want you to sit there and watch us fuck first then it's your turn.
Suzanne could hardly believe the words coming out of John's mouth. Overwhelmed by desire and curiosity she sat up and watched as John pushed Emily back against the bed, spreading her legs wide open.
John looked down at Emily, his eyes darkening with desire.
You're fucking beautiful Emily, and its time to show you just how much.
With that, he pushed inside of her hard and fast. Emily let out a loud, strangled cry, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as John buried himself to the hilt within her.