Chapter 228
**Sara**
His fingers joined the ice soon after—one sliding inside me while another teased my clit alongside the freezing cold cube. The combination drove me wild; every nerve ending felt like it was on fire despite—or maybe because of—the cold.
"Oh god… fuck… Tom…” My words were a jumbled mess of desperation and pleasure as he worked me over mercilessly.
I could feel him smile against my skin as he leaned close to whisper: "You like that?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!" I cried out without hesitation, my voice carrying a desperate edge that surprised even me. I saw nothing and couldn't predict his next move, which only heightened the pleasure and the maddening frustration.
Tom's fingers continued their relentless assault on my pussy, sliding in and out with expert precision. Each thrust took me higher, closer to the brink, but never quite letting me topple over the edge. My body writhed under his touch, muscles clenching, back arching in response to his skilled ministrations.
I whimpered, the sound involuntary. "Tom, please," I begged desperately. "Make me cum."
His only response was a low, teasing chuckle. The sound sent a shiver down my spine but also made me want to strangle him. I could feel his smug satisfaction in every relentless stroke of his fingers, every calculated movement designed to drive me wild.
"Tom!" I tried again, more insistent.
“Patience,” he murmured.
I let out a frustrated growl, my hips bucking against his hand in a futile attempt to take what I needed. His fingers stilled inside me, and I almost wept at the sensation of them withdrawing completely.
"You fucking tease," I rasped, desperate.
He responded by taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before increasing the pressure. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core. His hand kneaded my other breast, fingers pinching and rolling my sensitive nipple until I was moaning incoherently.
His mouth and hands ravished my breasts, the sensations almost too much to bear. I was on sensory overload, teetering on the edge of oblivion. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, a constant reminder of what I craved most.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled back, leaving me panting and craving his touch.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.
"Sit up," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.
I complied, sitting straight with my hands instinctively moving to the blindfold. Before I could pull it off, though, his hands gently but firmly stopped me.
"No peeking," he chided.
"You're killing me here," I muttered, though a small part of me thrilled at the anticipation.
"Good things come to those who wait," he said, sounding amused.
Before I could come up with a snarky retort, I felt something soft and warm touching my lips. At first, I wasn't sure what it was—but then the unmistakable shape and the delicious taste of chocolate hit my senses.
"Is that…" I didn't get to finish my question as he nudged his cock against my mouth again, the combination of silky chocolate and hardness tantalizing.
“Surprise,” he murmured.
I opened my mouth, letting the head of his cock slip inside. The chocolate melted against my tongue, mixing with his skin's natural musk and saltiness. The combination was unexpectedly divine, and I closed my lips around him, savoring the taste.
"Holy fuck, Sara," he groaned, his hands finding my breasts again, pinching my nipples in rhythm with each bob of my head.
I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him deeper. His cock throbbed against my tongue, and I could feel the tension coiling in his muscles. I moved my head up and down, the slickness of the chocolate adding a new dimension to the blowjob. Each time I took him in, I could feel him shudder with pleasure, and the vibrations of his moans spurred me on.
His hands were relentless on my tits, alternating between squeezing and pinching until I was moaning around his cock. The vibrations made him gasp, his hips jerking slightly.
"You're fucking amazing," he panted, his voice strained.
I pulled back just enough to speak. "Would be more amazing if you let me come."
His laugh was breathless. "Always making demands."
I took him back in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him deep again. His hands tightened on my breasts, and I could feel the tremor in his muscles. He was close but not there yet.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his voice rough. "You're gonna make me… oh god…"
Every word spurred me on, and I kept my movements steady and deliberate, one hand slipping down to cup his balls gently. The added touch made him gasp, his hips bucking against my mouth.
"Holy shit," he gasped, his voice cracking. "Just like that."
I swallowed around him, the combination of chocolate and his salty precum heady on my tongue. He was close; I could feel it in every tension-filled movement.
With a final, desperate groan, he came, his cock pulsing against my tongue. I swallowed every drop, his taste mingling with the residual chocolate. His hands gripped my shoulders, his breaths coming in ragged pants.
When he finally pulled out, I felt more than a little smug. "Told you I was amazing," I teased.
"You might have a point," he replied, still breathless.
I chuckled, feeling triumphantly satisfied.
I was expecting him to give me a moment to recover, but Tom, being Tom, had other ideas. Suddenly, his hands were on my thighs, and he gently pushed them apart. I gasped, feeling the cool air on my dripping wet pussy. The next thing I felt was his tongue, hot and insistent, running up and down my folds.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, grabbing onto the arms of the chair for support.
His tongue flicked over my clit, making my hips jerk involuntarily. He held me steady, his hands strong and unwavering. There was no hesitation in his movements; he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was damn good at it.
"Goddamn, Tom," I whimpered, my voice barely coherent.
His only response was a low hum of approval that sent vibrations straight to my core. He licked and sucked at my clit with a mix of tenderness and intensity that had me teetering on the edge of insanity.
Before I could get too comfortable, he shifted his position. He turned me onto all fours, positioning me so that my ass was raised and my pussy was completely exposed to him. The vulnerability made my heartbeat quicken, but the thrill was undeniable.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, my voice shaky with anticipation.
"You'll see," he replied, mimicking my earlier coyness.
Except I couldn't see anything, which only added to the maddening excitement.
Tom's hands spread my cheeks apart, and then his tongue was back, tracing a torturous path from my clit all the way up to my asshole. The unexpectedness of it made me gasp and shiver, and my entire body was alight with sensation.
"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned, pushing back against his mouth.
Tom took that as encouragement, his tongue exploring every inch of my exposed pussy and ass. I felt him slide a finger inside me at the same time, the combination of sensations driving me wild.
"Oh my god, Tom," I panted, my arms trembling from holding myself up.
I felt a new sensation when I thought it couldn't get any better. Tom had introduced a vibrator into the mix, the powerful buzz immediately sending shockwaves through my body. He pressed it against my clit, and I nearly screamed from the intensity.
"Holy shit!" I gasped, my entire body tensing. "I'm gonna cum."
"Not yet," he growled, but his voice had an unmistakable smirk.
He alternated between licking my pussy, fingering me, and using the vibrator. Sometimes he'd slide the vibrator inside me while his tongue focused on my clit; other times, he'd use it on my clit while he fingered me and licked my asshole. Every combination was exquisite torture.
I lost track of how many times I moaned, gasped, and begged him for release. My body was on the cusp of giving in, but Tom kept me hovering just at the edge, never letting me fully fall over.
"Please, Tom," I whimpered, feeling desperate. "I need to cum so bad."
"Begging suits you, Sara."
"Fuck you," I gasped out, my words lacking bite.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through my pussy as he continued his relentless assault. The vibrator on my clit, his fingers inside me, his tongue everywhere—it was too much and yet not enough.
Finally, finally, I felt the tension coil to an unbearable point. "Tom!" I screamed his name, my body seizing as the most intense orgasm ripped through me. My vision blurred behind the blindfold, and every nerve ending lit up like fireworks.
Tom didn't stop. He pushed me through the orgasm, prolonging it until I was a quivering, incoherent mess.
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