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her. He knew he could flip the situation in a heartbeat. The quality had greatly contributed to his business success. But this was personal, not business, and he wanted her. Damn, how he wanted her. Wanted to please her most of all, the sensation alien and new.
    "At your sides," she ordered.
    He lowered his hands to the mattress, forcing them to stay open and relaxed. Lila climbed onto the mattress, her breasts still bound. He met her gaze, his eyes pleading for the removal of the fabric.
    She shook her head, slow and purposeful, then proceeded higher up the mattress. She curled her fingers around the top edge of the headboard and swung one leg up and over so that her cunt was poised above his face.
    More pre-cum dribbled from his cock.
    Sit. Sit now. Please, my goddess, my queen.
    Four inches separating his face from her cunt, Lila continued to hold herself aloft. He stared up at her shadowed-cunt, a soft smile lighting his face. She might present her own indifferent facade, but her pussy was a wet, dark cavern.
    Warren groaned, started to lift his head.
    "Down," she ordered.
    Sinking back to the mattress, he groaned again. She was killing him. He would come just looking at her.
    Lila flexed her perineum, her thick labia drawing together, her thumb-sized clit lifting up. He licked his top lip and squirmed on the mattress. She relaxed, more moisture seeping out to coat her pussy in another heavy layer of translucent syrup.
    His fingers and nails clawed at the silk quilt beneath him. "When?"
    "When I'm wet enough." Her voice carried sweet and melodic through the room, like a softly and slowly played violin to his deep, vibrating double bass.
    "You're very wet now, Lila." He licked his lips, thirsty for her liquids. "Your pussy keeps moving, mouthing its dirty little promises to me. Every flex and roll adds another layer of cream."
    He couldn't reach her with his tongue and she had prohibited him from lifting his head, so he blew upward, keeping his breath warm and moist. She rewarded him with a soft moan and a fresh clenching of her pussy. He repeated the attack, pressing his head further into the mattress and tilting its crown back so that the line of heat tickled her urethra before snuggling against her clit.
    She sank down, completely covering his face with her wet folds. She began to wiggle. Goddess, yes. He loved that, loved the temperature spike in her already hot pussy, loved the burst of fresh cream her pleasure produced. He sucked, swallowed, tongued, echoed every little moan and whimper and groan she voiced.
    Panting, Lila lifted, letting him take his own air. So entranced at the sight and taste, he almost forgot to breathe. She smothered him again, horny little whispers leaving her sweet lips. Her words filtered through flesh and bone and more flesh to reach his ears.
    "Yes, please. There, oh, there, harder, yes..."
    Abandoning the carefully controlled placement of his hands flat against the mattress, Warren grabbed her hips, tugging her down hard so that her sex mashed against his face. Mewling, grinding, she started to quiver and shake. Cum filled his mouth, coated his eyelids. Every time she tried to lift, he jerked her back down. He didn't need air, he needed this. He could live on just this.
    She bucked, the movement violent and all consuming. A cry ripped from her throat and he felt a heavy gush of her release. He swallowed, slurped, his top lip and nose working the whole of her clit as his tongue lapped at the pulsing mouth of her cunt.
    Another buck and she collapsed to the side.
    Lila rested, knees bent, legs beneath her torso and one side of her face pressed flat against the bed. He could see by the tremor and quakes running through her that her climax hadn't released its hold on her body. She was still coming, still creaming from riding his face.
    Good, he wanted her like that. It was time to introduce her to the other Warren Gates.
    He moved quickly, taking up a position behind her as he unbuckled. He