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Lady Croft 4
🕑 Added 2025-08-16 22:00:35 +0000 UTC”Enjoy this while you can,” she whispered against my lips. “I don’t expect you’ll want anymore kisses after you paint my mouth white.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I retorted. “I won’t be able to kiss you when you’re down on all fours.”
She kissed me softly, her tongue exploring my mouth as if to threaten that the next time, it would taste of my seed instead of her. Her fingers ran lightly over my shirt, spreading it open, then came down to bunch in my pants and draw them down. However much my heart had slowed since I was inside her, it started making up for lost time, all of me filling with the wildly thrumming blood it pumped through me. She was showing her control over me, before she’d even touched my manhood, and I could barely wait for her to have even more mastery over me.
“Since I won’t be able to talk with my mouth full, I’d like you to start thanking me for this wonderful gift I’m giving you until I tell you to stop,” Lara said.
“What… seriously?”
“’Thank you, Lady Croft,’” she prompted, and I had no choice at all. My cock had been through enough, not coming once when it’d gotten enough stimulation for ten orgasms. I had no more stop left in me.
“Thank you, Lady Croft, for the wonderful gift you’re giving me.”
She kissed her way down my chin, flicking her tongue on first one nipple, then the other.
“Thank you, Lady Croft, for the wonderful gift you’re giving me.”
I felt her tongue trail down my belly, stab into my navel. My whole body shuddered trying to hold in its excitement. My balls felt leaden, my cum a weight that I had to hold to keep from spilling out. Then her tongue blazed like fire along the tender insides of my thighs as her hair trailed over my lower body. The licks flickered back and forth.
Then stopped.
Then she just swallowed my cock. She took it all the way to the back of her throat, then deep inside her gullet. My prick was suddenly transformed into a weapon against me, a throbbing beat that I could barely contain. Her teeth raked over the agonizingly sensitive flesh until I felt like screaming with the terrible, wonderful bliss of it.
One of her hands went along my balls, tracing the seam, and it was wonderful, insane. I felt like a bomb about to go off. I shut my eyes and went into the closest thing to a Zen trance I could manage. I was hanging off the precipice and refusing to fall, making myself not feel all Lara was doing to me, making myself unable to feel at all.
I was a stone.
Lara had to know something was off because she started using her lips. She pushed my foreskin down, sucking hard on my cockhead. It felt glorious, complete rapture, and my body got stiffer, wanting to come, but I wouldn’t let it. My flesh could desire the release as much as it liked, but as long as I denied it that last crucial pleasure, I was in charge of all of it, winning everything.
I’d never have guessed that I had the fortitude, but it was all in the mind, I suppose. Lara could make me feel whatever she wanted, but the response was something I could hold in or let out—entirely up to me.
“One minute,” I said. “That’s all, Lady Croft. Thank you for the wonderful gift you gave me.”
She pretended not to hear. Lara took her mouth away and wrapped my cock in her hand. She jerked me slowly, then faster, keeping her lips an inch from my drum-taut knob, breathing slowly on the glans.
She worked slowly and I felt myself circling the summit, almost reaching it—but it was like a switch had been thrown. Now that I knew I could master myself, there was no pretending about being out of control. Maybe I’d stumbled on the secrets of tantric sex. Maybe I was just a freak. But I felt sure I could hold off for days on end.
“Shame. I was rather liking the taste of your pre,” Lara said, with an arch look at me. “Well, we’ve established you’re no minuteman. So let’s have it. And remember, now I know you’re capable of lasting a good long while. I’m a woman who’s been known to take a punch, so don’t you dare come in me before you put me through my paces. If one’s to be buggered, one should at least be well-buggered, isn’t that so?”
I decided to be all-business. After all the madness Lara had enjoyed—that we’d enjoyed together—it seemed a safe bet that she’d like me ordering her around like the slag she so playfully called herself.
“Down on all fours, Lady Croft. Assume the position. Legs open: I’ll spread your cheeks myself.”
Lara gaped at me in false shock before letting a glass-cutting smile through. “Careful, young sir. I expect a better fuck from men than I do from boys.”
Then she was on all fours, showing off her ass before sliding her legs open, lowering her wet pussy down to the ground. I got between her open thighs, staring down at her smooth ass, unable to believe I was about to part those tight buttocks. I took hold and began to knead all the springy flesh there was to feel out. Lara groaned, nervy, but with a kind of anticipation. Like a woman who looked forward to screaming her way down the plunge of a roller coaster.
I knew I’d probably get my ass kicked if I messed this up: I resolved to be gentle at first, but to keep pressing her limits until I was sure I was rough enough for her. If she didn’t want to be well-buggered, she shouldn’t have asked to be well-buggered.
It bordered on sacrilege, but I separated that perfect peach of an ass and bent forward over her, bringing my cockhead to her anus. I teased her a little first. It’d drive her nuts, no instant gratification, every moment I spent on lubing her up and relaxing her for the rut to come.
But Lara wasn’t letting on what I knew she was feeling. She moaned in pleasure, feeling my touch on her dry, tight grommet. I slowly dragged my knob up her valley, between the smooth hills of her ass. Then I worked my hips back and forth, making her feel my cock between her buttocks like a hot dog in a bun.
“That’s nice,” Lara cooed, “Relaxing. No more bloody time limits, mate… I can wait on that John Thomas as long as you can take not being up my arse…”
Her asshole was incredibly tight, but she didn’t seem at all apprehensive about taking me there. I supposed she’d sized me up, before now and all through the sex, as the kind of guy who wouldn’t destroy her ass. At least, not in a way she wouldn’t like.
“Mmmm,” Lara sighed as she felt my cock throb between her cheeks, pulse at her anal entrance like it was scratching to be let in. “Lovely.”
I looked down at the gorgeous swell of her asscheeks and the luscious pink hole they’d been hiding between them. I just had to get a taste of her before she was all wet and open and fucked. I moved down her body, prying her cheeks further apart, kissing down the supple muscles that made up Lara’s exquisite back. Until I was at the upper reaches of her ass, kissing both her buttocks. Then I slid my tongue between, along the succulent trail of her crevice, towards her tight opening.
“Oh, what are you doing, love?”
I licked my way to her anus, sliding my tongue against her wrinkled sphincter. Lara let out a gasp of delight, then protested.
“No, don’t lick me there! It’s so dirty… oh bloody hell… I’m a good girl… I shouldn’t be enjoying… mmgh… you in that nasty little hole…”
I licked deeper, pressing the tip of my tongue inside. She groaned as she felt her muscles give in, allow me access. Her protests had subsided, not that I’d ever believed them—she was the type to get off on making a lot of noise about being a proper lady without ever knowing the meaning of the word. So I worked my tongue deeper in and she groaned halfheartedly, perhaps not wishing to admit even to herself how good it felt.
“That’s filthy, love… yes, it’s bloody perverted of you… oh… God… how can you… put your tongue there… oh, oh… ah… so good… please don’t… not yet… don’t stop now… not nowwwww!”
Lara’s voice trailed off as she whined in consternated enjoyment, truly getting off on flouncing one more taboo. I kept rimming her, working my tongue inside her asshole, up and down and all around.
