Master of Lust

Chapter - 153

Rick was quick to pull Amanda into him, driving himself completely inside her. Her hands went around him, and ran along his sculpted back, easily gliding around the slick curves. Rick continued to rock inside her in slow, languid thrusts, panting in her ear. She couldn't resist as her wandering fingers dipped lower and grabbed his firm behind.

His eyes switched from glowing to stormy in a heartbeat as looked down at Amanda. "Insatiable little thing, aren't you?" he rumbled.

His words were inflammatory, but the tone liquefied Amanda's insides, and her eyes fluttered closed, so drawn to him, so needy. When she reopened them, she reveled in the sight of Rick being momentarily thrown off balance by the profound lust mirrored in her gaze.

Rick made a feral, guttural sound, and in an instant, he was on Amanda, lifting her up from the couch, still buried deep inside her, and driving her back against the wall. He kissed her with an urgency that left both of them winded. His mouth was all over her face, kissing, sucking, licking, biting.

His assault was intense, a ferocious exploration of her body. His hands mirrored the passion of his lips, exploring every inch of her skin he could reach, rubbing, moulding, scorching. Amanda reciprocated as hard and as fast as she could.

Rick's lips brushed against her ear, a teasing combination of nips and licks that brought her closer to the tremors within. "Damn, Amanda, I can't get enough of you. Never freaking enough!" His arms encircled her hips, lifting her ass gently.

Amanda understood the not-so-subtle hint and wrapped her legs around him. "Yes!" she hissed her demand as he drilled into her with swift, passionate thrusts.

A persistent finger slipped between them, skillfully applying pressure to Amanda's clitoris. Amanda's senses were so overwhelmed that all she could do was hold on for the inevitable shattering. His head bent to her chest where his tongue swiped across her collarbone–worshiping her. His mouth worked a hickey on her skin, and heat built up in Amanda's core.

Amanda surrendered herself to the rising heat as she arched her head back, wholly immersed in the sensations coursing through her.

Rick answered with actionsand skated his lips over to her breast, first milking then biting her nipple, sending compounding darts to her groin, and it was all Amanda could take. She splintered into a million pieces, forgetting herself, only aware of Rick pulsing wildly inside her.

Waves of pleasure surged through her, creating an intoxicating blend of sensations that centered in her core. Amanda's world narrowed to the electrifying connection with Rick, and she lost herself in the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

Holy fuck! Was it always like this? So intense? Amanda was catching herr breaths, Rick's face in her neck with her arms holding him there. He helped her stand and then spent long moments looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

Amanda, still caught in the aftermath of pleasure, tried to recall if anything had ever felt this intense. Rick lingered, his gaze lingering on her, appreciating every inch. The intimacy between them extended beyond the physical, a connection that went beyond the heated encounter

Amanda felt the drops of cum leaking down her thighs and pressed her legs together, preventing the stickiness from escaping her walls. Rick noticed this and pushed back her hair.

"Come. Let's take a shower," he said, tugging on her wrist as he pulled her to the bathroom.

Rick stood watch as Amanda showered behind the glass door of the shower cubicle, putting on a deliberate show for him. Thanks to his bandages, he'd need to put off taking a shower unless Amanda was interested in rewrapping all his wounds.

In the quiet intimacy of the room, Rick couldn't help but wonder if Amanda would extend an invitation, yet he hesitated, unsure whether revealing his vulnerabilities was the epitome of allure.

But, even if she did offer, Rick reckoned that it would be the opposite of sexy, and he wasn't looking forward to Amanda seeing just how deep his cuts ran. Not yet, at least. He was supposed to wipe himself down with the wet cloth he had in his hands, but seeing Amanda caress her nipples while looking directly at him, the only good his hands did was to move downwards and stroke his half-erection.

Amanda joined him soon after, dropping down on her knees and blowing him till he shot his load deep into her throat. Being the good girl she was, she swallowed every last drop, then helped him with the wet cloth.

When she had a towel securely wrapped around her wet body, and Rick had one around his hips, he walked her backwards, slowly and into the bedroom until Amanda felt the bed behind the back of her knees.

Rick's lips trailed a symphony of kisses across her flushed skin, each touch igniting a trail of desire. Yet, in the dance of their passion, his lips deliberately avoided hers. It was as if an insatiable hunger guided his every move, and he was on the brink of proving it by making the soothing bath she had just taken useless.

Amanda became aware of the distance between them. Rick's body was bowed forward, covering her with surprisingly chaste kisses, but nothing else was in contact. Amanda reached up to pull him closer. Lightning-fast hands moved to restrain her, catching both wrists and folding them away securely behind her back.

"Please, just touch me," her plea carried the weight of longing, a vulnerability reserved exclusively for Rick. The mere presence of him had the power to unravel her into a tapestry of need.

"Tell me, Amanda," his voice, a velvet promise, teased her senses, "What is it that you desire?"

Nothing made her hotter than Rick's seductive voice commanding, coaching or teasing her. Just hearing it sent a powerful shiver vibrating through her.

As her nipples contracted into tiny hard points of longing, she struggled against his hold. "I want you."

His grip flexed and tightened, and then he smiled against her chest. "I was hoping for some specifics, but you know how much I like it when you resist me." His voice was low, almost humming, as he wiped his stubble softly around her breasts–he knew that she couldn't break free and would go wherever he wanted her to.

She struggled some more, this time a little harder, putting the weight of her body behind it and deciding to play him at his own game. "I want you to lick me," Amanda said slowly, enunciating every syllable. "Lick my nipples and bite them – hard." Read the latest tale on M-VL-em|p,yr

He sucked in a hard breath that Amanda took that moment to try tugging her hands free. "I want your hand to trail down my breasts, my belly and find out how ready I am for you." Even to her own ears, she sounded husky, deprived.

Rick didn't let go of her hands, but his hot mouth found the tight bud on her breast. He flicked his tongue over it and blew softly so it was as taut as it would go, only to leave it and move on to its twin. Amanda mewled her protest and arched her back, offering them to him.

A hungry growl let her know that she was on the right track. He nipped at the tip, just enough to drive her desire deeper. He ripped the towel from her body, watching as water droplets hugged every inch of her bronze skin.

Rick turned Amanda and pushed her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing as she landed with a soft thud. Her excited squeal was followed by his growl, "Arms up!" He stalked after her, over her back to secure her with the entire length of his firm body.

Amanda immediately complied, stretching her arms above her head and grabbing hold of the edges of the headboard. Blood pounded in her ears, the flush of arousal glowing on her skin.

"Good girl," Rick said on a harsh exhale.

He wrenched the towel from his hips and tossed it on the floor. One knee pushed up between her legs, and the bandaged one rested just outside her thigh. He supported his weight on his elbows so that he was close to Amanda.

Rick hovered over her back, close for Amanda to feel his warmth, but not enough to touch her. The sensation was sublime. She felt his breath on her as well as the aura of energy and heat radiating from him. Every sense she had was screaming for attention, but he was luxuriating in torturing her.

Amanda writhed underneath him, pushing her pussy against his knee to entice him. "Please, I want to feel you stretch me."

Another low hum from his throat had tingles racing wildly up and down her spine. His tongue traced the goosebumps on her back, and one hand snaked beneath her, finding her wet folds and the swollen parts therein. The sensation rocked through her body, and she cried out his name.

"Let me hear you, baby." It was a hoarse whisper close to her ear before he sank a long finger into her.

"Rick, please, I need you." Amanda let go of all her inhibitions. If Rick wanted her to plead, then she would if that meant she'd get what she wanted.

"You never disappoint, Amanda. Feel how wet you are for me." He rubbed her slickness between her folds and over her clitoris, then pulled his hand from underneath her. Strong hands bracketed her hips and lifted them up so she was on her knees with her ass in the air.

Amanda's chest was flat on the bed, hands still gripping the headboard like her life depended on it. His breathless words of encouragement only made her want him more.

Rick positioned himself at her entrance, where he gently rubbed his erection along the slippery length of her pussy. "You are so beautiful." His fingers flexed around her hips, and then he released one hand to smack her ass. Hard.

Rick marveled at how the flesh jiggled and left behind a perfect red print of his five fingers. He massaged the abused skin before slapping it again.

"Riiiickk!" The sound ripped from Amanda's throat, raw and unedited.

"Look at this tight ass. Fuck, I want in, baby." Rick surged forward, his erection nestling perfectly between her ass cheeks. Amanda gasped at the sudden intrusion and moved away, but Rick grabbed her hips and pulled her back.

She moaned as he rotated his pelvis and moved up and down her crease, the tip of his cock just nudging into her hole the slightest bit. "C'mon, baby," he growled, gripping her hips hard enough for bruises to form. "Say yes for me."

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