Black Light: Cured
Excerpt By Vivian Murdoch
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“Enough foreplay,” I force out between gritted teeth. “Either get this condom on, or I’m fucking your mouth.”
Eyes wide, she fumbles with the foil and tears it open. With slow, agonizing movements, she positions it and rolls the rubber over my shaft before pulling back to stare at her handiwork. Reaching down, I stroke myself through the condom.
“Good girl.” I lean down and slide my hands under her arms, pulling her up to a standing position. From there, I wrap her arms around my neck and move my hands under her ass to lift her up, putting her lower lips in line with my cock.
The heat from her body is tantalizing, tormenting. Carrying her to the door, I press her back against the wood and force her legs to wrap around my midsection as I kiss her with a wild abandon I haven’t felt since high school.
There’s something about this woman, this ‘miracle worker’ massage therapist, that’s captured part of my soul and won’t let go. Easing back from her mouth, I line my tip up with her entrance, only pausing long enough to brace her before surging deep inside. We both moan, our breaths intermingling. Her walls clamp down around my shaft, and I have to bite back a curse.
Pulling out, I rest my forehead against hers, and slide in again, filling her up. I drink in her soft moans as I rock back and forth, gliding in and out of her exquisite heat. I want to consume her, to make her a part of me, so much more than just the meeting of flesh.
I ease my hand around the back of her head and pull her forward as I lean in, once more brushing my lips against hers as I demand she open up to me. When she does, I force my tongue inside, fucking her mouth the same way I fuck her body—slowly, passionately, forcefully.
Her body shudders in my arms as I continue to drive forward, desperate to feel her come so I can find my release. Even though I threatened to hold back, I know I’ll make sure she comes several times before the night is out.
My fingers clench and release, gripping her body as my balls tighten up even more, sending shards of pleasure through me as her cries get louder. Lila arches against the door, her pussy squeezing me in waves as her orgasm finally washes over her. Groaning against her lips, I surge into her once more before holding her flush against me as my cum shoots into the condom.
Her core ripples around me, sending aftershocks zinging through my body. For the first time in a while, I actually see stars behind my eyes. Keeping her cradled against me, I navigate the various spaces and sitting areas, pausing for a moment as I contemplate the piano, but there’s no way I can risk ruining such a beautiful piece.
When we finally get to the bed, I pull out of her, letting her whimpers of longing brush against my skin like a soft caress. Looking down at her, I grin, noting her hooded gaze and the raw need etched into her face. Brushing another quick kiss over her perfect lips, I reach over to the phone and dial room service.
“Park Hyatt Washington, Alice speaking. How may I assist you?”
“Yes, Alice,” I say, keeping my gaze leveled at Lila. “I want your finest champagne brought up on ice and some vanilla ice cream. No, scratch that. Not vanilla. I’m definitely not a vanilla person. Make it chocolate.”
“I understand, sir. I’ll have it brought up in about twenty minutes.”
“Perfect.”
Stepping into the bathroom, I make quick work of my condom and return to where Lila lies on the bed, her legs still splayed where I tossed her. “You have twenty minutes before room service gets here, and I plan on pleasuring you until they knock on the door. Whether you come again before then or not is up to you.”
Easing myself between her thighs, I breathe against her skin, grinning as her hips arch up to me in blatant need. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I ease two fingers inside her as my tongue dances along her clit. Lila’s body vibrates as she groans, sending shafts of arousal back into my cock, making it twitch.
Gripping her hips, I piston my fingers in and out until she’s wailing, moaning, writhing with need. That one taste of her at Black Light was not enough. I need to feel her coming on my tongue, feel the ripple of her body as it falls apart around me again and again. I work her over, my hips grinding against the mattress as I bring another orgasm crashing over her.
Her hips buck up as I continue to ride it out, forcing her to keep coming. When I finally pull back, she’s limp, sated, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. With a devilish smirk, I look at my watch and then back at her.
“It hasn’t been twenty minutes yet. Ready for round three?”
Her eyes widen as she stares up at me, her breaths coming in harsh gasps.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Walking back to the door, I pluck her clutch from the floor and grab my vibrator from it before abandoning the tiny purse again to snag her panties as well. I had planned on gagging her, but I wanted her too desperately to stop what I was doing.
Now, however, I have all the time in the world to play with her—or at least enough time to play before the champagne arrives.
The look in her eyes is wary as I ease myself onto the bed. Perhaps it’s the intent blazing in my eyes. Perhaps she thinks I’ll force her to come until she thinks that she can’t anymore. And she’d be right.
“How are you with gags?”
She tilts her head as she stares at me for a moment. “I think I’m okay? It’s certainly not a hard limit, and I don’t have any medical issues that would keep me from wearing one.”
“Good. Open your mouth.” The moment her lips part, I shove her panties in, chuckling at the widening of her eyes. “I’m going to take this vibrator and put it on your clit, and it’s not coming off until you come for me again. Is that clear?”
Lila nods and bites down on the fabric until it bunches around her lips. Chuckling, I turn the bullet on and place it between her thighs, watching as her body flails under the sexual onslaught.
“Since you’re unable to speak, if you need to safe word, either tap me anywhere or raise your hand like you’re in class and you have a question. Show me your raised hand.”
She raises it high above her and waves it about, eliciting another chuckle from me. Now that I know she can still communicate, I pull the vibrator off and smack her pussy. Hard. Her pained wail from behind the panty gag causes my cock to stiffen once more.
Again and again, I alternate smacking her and using the vibrator until there’s a loud knock at the door. “Come for me,” I growl at her, sliding my fingers deep inside. “I’m not getting the door until you do.”
Her head whips around to the sound of the knocking, her noises frantic, but she doesn’t tap or raise her hand. Pounding into her hard, the noises change, morphing into guttural moans and groans until once more, her body tenses around me. I keep the vibrator there, just until I know she’s done before tossing it on the bed and pulling out the makeshift gag.
“Good girl,”
Eyes wide, she fumbles with the foil and tears it open. With slow, agonizing movements, she positions it and rolls the rubber over my shaft before pulling back to stare at her handiwork. Reaching down, I stroke myself through the condom.
“Good girl.” I lean down and slide my hands under her arms, pulling her up to a standing position. From there, I wrap her arms around my neck and move my hands under her ass to lift her up, putting her lower lips in line with my cock.
The heat from her body is tantalizing, tormenting. Carrying her to the door, I press her back against the wood and force her legs to wrap around my midsection as I kiss her with a wild abandon I haven’t felt since high school.
There’s something about this woman, this ‘miracle worker’ massage therapist, that’s captured part of my soul and won’t let go. Easing back from her mouth, I line my tip up with her entrance, only pausing long enough to brace her before surging deep inside. We both moan, our breaths intermingling. Her walls clamp down around my shaft, and I have to bite back a curse.
Pulling out, I rest my forehead against hers, and slide in again, filling her up. I drink in her soft moans as I rock back and forth, gliding in and out of her exquisite heat. I want to consume her, to make her a part of me, so much more than just the meeting of flesh.
I ease my hand around the back of her head and pull her forward as I lean in, once more brushing my lips against hers as I demand she open up to me. When she does, I force my tongue inside, fucking her mouth the same way I fuck her body—slowly, passionately, forcefully.
Her body shudders in my arms as I continue to drive forward, desperate to feel her come so I can find my release. Even though I threatened to hold back, I know I’ll make sure she comes several times before the night is out.
My fingers clench and release, gripping her body as my balls tighten up even more, sending shards of pleasure through me as her cries get louder. Lila arches against the door, her pussy squeezing me in waves as her orgasm finally washes over her. Groaning against her lips, I surge into her once more before holding her flush against me as my cum shoots into the condom.
Her core ripples around me, sending aftershocks zinging through my body. For the first time in a while, I actually see stars behind my eyes. Keeping her cradled against me, I navigate the various spaces and sitting areas, pausing for a moment as I contemplate the piano, but there’s no way I can risk ruining such a beautiful piece.
When we finally get to the bed, I pull out of her, letting her whimpers of longing brush against my skin like a soft caress. Looking down at her, I grin, noting her hooded gaze and the raw need etched into her face. Brushing another quick kiss over her perfect lips, I reach over to the phone and dial room service.
“Park Hyatt Washington, Alice speaking. How may I assist you?”
“Yes, Alice,” I say, keeping my gaze leveled at Lila. “I want your finest champagne brought up on ice and some vanilla ice cream. No, scratch that. Not vanilla. I’m definitely not a vanilla person. Make it chocolate.”
“I understand, sir. I’ll have it brought up in about twenty minutes.”
“Perfect.”
Stepping into the bathroom, I make quick work of my condom and return to where Lila lies on the bed, her legs still splayed where I tossed her. “You have twenty minutes before room service gets here, and I plan on pleasuring you until they knock on the door. Whether you come again before then or not is up to you.”
Easing myself between her thighs, I breathe against her skin, grinning as her hips arch up to me in blatant need. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I ease two fingers inside her as my tongue dances along her clit. Lila’s body vibrates as she groans, sending shafts of arousal back into my cock, making it twitch.
Gripping her hips, I piston my fingers in and out until she’s wailing, moaning, writhing with need. That one taste of her at Black Light was not enough. I need to feel her coming on my tongue, feel the ripple of her body as it falls apart around me again and again. I work her over, my hips grinding against the mattress as I bring another orgasm crashing over her.
Her hips buck up as I continue to ride it out, forcing her to keep coming. When I finally pull back, she’s limp, sated, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. With a devilish smirk, I look at my watch and then back at her.
“It hasn’t been twenty minutes yet. Ready for round three?”
Her eyes widen as she stares up at me, her breaths coming in harsh gasps.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Walking back to the door, I pluck her clutch from the floor and grab my vibrator from it before abandoning the tiny purse again to snag her panties as well. I had planned on gagging her, but I wanted her too desperately to stop what I was doing.
Now, however, I have all the time in the world to play with her—or at least enough time to play before the champagne arrives.
The look in her eyes is wary as I ease myself onto the bed. Perhaps it’s the intent blazing in my eyes. Perhaps she thinks I’ll force her to come until she thinks that she can’t anymore. And she’d be right.
“How are you with gags?”
She tilts her head as she stares at me for a moment. “I think I’m okay? It’s certainly not a hard limit, and I don’t have any medical issues that would keep me from wearing one.”
“Good. Open your mouth.” The moment her lips part, I shove her panties in, chuckling at the widening of her eyes. “I’m going to take this vibrator and put it on your clit, and it’s not coming off until you come for me again. Is that clear?”
Lila nods and bites down on the fabric until it bunches around her lips. Chuckling, I turn the bullet on and place it between her thighs, watching as her body flails under the sexual onslaught.
“Since you’re unable to speak, if you need to safe word, either tap me anywhere or raise your hand like you’re in class and you have a question. Show me your raised hand.”
She raises it high above her and waves it about, eliciting another chuckle from me. Now that I know she can still communicate, I pull the vibrator off and smack her pussy. Hard. Her pained wail from behind the panty gag causes my cock to stiffen once more.
Again and again, I alternate smacking her and using the vibrator until there’s a loud knock at the door. “Come for me,” I growl at her, sliding my fingers deep inside. “I’m not getting the door until you do.”
Her head whips around to the sound of the knocking, her noises frantic, but she doesn’t tap or raise her hand. Pounding into her hard, the noises change, morphing into guttural moans and groans until once more, her body tenses around me. I keep the vibrator there, just until I know she’s done before tossing it on the bed and pulling out the makeshift gag.
“Good girl,”