Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) Read Online Free Page A

themselves as each other, cartoonish bosoms thrust outward and upward, the men half-erect and tired.
    Diomedes released her arm and Klea shook it out, trying to get the numbness out of her had. It wasn’t injured, but it wasn’t pleasant, but the Diomedes took her by the collar again and forced her across the table that was on the terrace, face up, looking at the bright sunny sky, and then at Diomedes’ torso from crotch level. He took her by the armpits and dragged her so her head was just hanging off the table.
    I know what’s about to happen , Klea thought, and tried to relax.
    The battering ram of his cock poked at her mouth, upside-down, and Klea opened slowly, trying to prepare herself for the monster, but he pushed in to the back of her throat and then pulled out again, in and out.
    “I know you can do better than that, harlot,” he said. He ran one finger along her throat. “Can’t you?”
    Klea took a deep breath through her nose and opened her throat as Diomedes’ cock came ramming back in, stopping again at the back of her throat but this time he kept pressing against it, moving back and forth in her mouth. She felt her body jerk as he hit her gag reflex but forced herself to relax, the head of his cock poking at her throat and finally he slid down. He put a hand on her throat as he pushed even further, Klea’s jaw aching. He paused a moment as her nose hit his balls, and then and he pulled back out.
    “That’s what I like in a girl,” he said, seemingly to himself, as he throatfucked her again, pushing at the back of her throat for less time now before it opened for him. He still had that one hand on her throat and seemed particularly pleased when he felt it bulge outward with his thickness, moving it back and forth in her throat before letting her come up for air. Klea hadn’t deep throated anyone in a while, but Diomedes had a beautiful cock, shapely as well as large, and he moaned beatifully as she pleasured him. Her ass still tingled, and listening to him get more and more excited made her even wettter. She reached down and began pleasuring herself, right there on the table in front of him.
    Klea’s eyes began to water and the spit ran down her face, into her hair a little bit as Diomedes pushed his cock back in, groaned loudly as he thrust shallowly in her throat. Every time, just as she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out so she could take a breath.
    “Turn around,” he finally said when he pulled out. Klea dragged her chain around, facing away from him, reddened ass high in the air. He ran his fingers over her as if inspecting her, lightly touching her lips, her clit, her asshole, as though she were a horse and he were considering a purchase.
    Then, suddenly, he pulled up on the chain around her neck, dragging her to him, and he pushed her down onto the ground, face-first, catching one arm behind her back and twisting it up. He forced her knees apart with his own, grabbed her ass with his other hand, and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Klea was practically gushing with juices, held motionless on the ground by this giant man with a perfect cock, obviously just moments from fucking her brains out. He nudged at her opening, then stopped.
    “Good girls say please,” he said.
    “Please.”
    “Please what?”
    “Please fuck me.”
    “With...”
    “Please fuck me hard with your big cock,” she said. “God, I want it.”
    With that Diomedes slammed into her, driving her hips into the pavement, rendering Klea breathless as she moaned into the flagstones. She felt as though he were penetrating practically to her belly, as though she were being split in half, skewered. He pulled back and thrust again, even harder this time, her body crushed between him and the floor. With every thrust he jerked her arm a little, sending tiny shooting pains through her body that met with the bolts of pleasure and made an exquisite sensation Klea couldn’t quite name.
    He