**”Too Sensitive”**

I knew she was wet before I even touched her. The way Lily’s breath hitched when I pinned her wrists to the bed, the way her thighs trembled when I spread them—her pussy was already glistening, swollen and pink. “You’re dripping,” I growled, dragging two fingers through her folds, watching her back arch off the mattress. “And you haven’t even been touched yet.”

Lily whimpered, hips bucking. “I-I can’t help it,” she gasped. “You know how fucking sensitive I am.”

Oh, I knew. That’s why I’d tied her down.

Her wrists were cuffed to the headboard, legs spread wide with silken restraints looped around her ankles. Every inch of her was exposed, from her pert nipples to the dark curls between her thighs. And right there, her clit—already throbbing, begging for attention.

I smirked and flicked it with my thumb.

Lily *shrieked*. Her whole body jerked, her cunt clenching around nothing. “Fuck! Too much, too much—”

“No,” I cut her off, circling her clit slowly, watching the way her breath came in ragged pants. “You can take it. You *love* it.”

I didn’t give her time to argue. I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue.

“Oh my *God*!” Lily’s back arched violently, her thighs shaking. Her pussy pulsed, a fresh gush of wetness soaking the sheets. I could *taste* her, sweet and tangy, her clit swollen under my tongue. I flicked it faster, harder—relentless.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” she sobbed.

I didn’t stop.

Her orgasm hit like a fucking explosion. Lily screamed, her cunt convulsing as jets of liquid sprayed out of her, soaking my chin, her thighs, the bed beneath us. “Fuck, *fuck*!” she cried, thrashing against the restraints. “I can’t—I can’t stop—!”

She didn’t.

I kept sucking, kept licking, drinking her in as she squirted over and over, her body writhing in oversensitive agony. Every time she came down, I’d drag my tongue through her folds and start again, teasing her clit until she was sobbing, begging, *dripping*.

“Please,” she gasped, tears streaking her face. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take anymore—”

I pulled back just enough to smirk at her. “Liar.”

Then I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them against her G-spot.

Lily *screamed*.

Her pussy clamped down hard, her body bucking wildly as another flood gushed out, splashing against my wrist. I fucked her fast and deep, my thumb pressing down on her clit, relentless. “That’s it,” I growled. “Let go. *Again*.”

She came like a fucking fountain.

Wave after wave, her cunt spasmed, drenching my hand, the sheets, *everything*. She was shaking, sobbing, her thighs quivering as I worked her through it, not letting up for a second.

By the time I finally slowed, she was a trembling, soaked mess, her pussy still fluttering around my fingers.

I pulled out and licked my fingers clean, watching her chest heave. “Good girl.”

Lily whimpered, her legs still twitching. “You’re a fucking monster.”

I grinned. “And you *love* it.”

Then I climbed over her, my cock pressing against her ruined, swollen cunt. Because I wasn’t *nearly* done with her yet.