First of all... wow... fckng hell! Thank you so much for voting for the Golden Onion Awards! I ended up winning 4(!) awards and I'm over the moon. I never expected this to happen to me, and I could not be more grateful!

Thanks to the usual suspects today! Mel, April, Luna, Steph... Thanks for entertaining me with your theories, and for your everlasting friendship!

Isabella

Oh, my god.

Oh, my fucking god. I'm not even close to being religious, but this guy makes me want to praise every single fucking deity that's ever ruled the heavens.

"Fuck," I gasp when he changes tactics. Ginger's got both hands on my ass, kneading me so hard and tightly he's controlling my speed. It's like he's making me fuck his face—full pressure, no holding back. He's a fucking machine, eats me like no one ever has.

I can feel his hot breath fan all over my pussy, and then he blows cold air that hits my clit instantly, making it throb even harder. Christ. This guy is too good, and he fucking knows it.

"Mhm," he moans, rubbing his face into me, his fingertips digging into my ass until I feel them slide closer together, closer to my ass. I throw my head back when he tries, grab his wrists behind my back, and dig my nails into the sensitive skin there. He hisses and struggles underneath me, his tongue bar clashing against my clit violently, making me shudder in ecstasy until it feels like my head is going to explode.

I'm so close it hurts to breathe, Ginger's tongue sending shivers down my spine while my heart hammers in my chest. "Fuck yeah." I'm beside myself and don't care if I stroke his giant ego. My arms strain from my odd position, and even though I'm on top—commanding him—it reminds me of my training days, the thrill of not being able to control your own body's movements, giving it up and just… experiencing what your Dom has in store for you.

I feel the burn, the tightness deep within that festers all over my body, crowds all my senses. I buck my hips against Ginger's face, needing more, just more, and finding it when he bites down on my clit, sucks me into his mouth.

"Fuck, fuckkk…." I'm blind with pleasure, thighs trembling around his face, his stubble caressing my skin—more friction, more stimulation—and I let go. My body convulses, muscles spasming as my head falls back. I bite my bottom lip so hard I draw blood, feel it trickle down my chin as I scream bloody murder, this orgasm beyond anything I was expecting.

Before I even realize, the air sweeps out of my lungs, my breathing hitching as I'm thrown onto the floor, fingers entering me roughly as teeth nip at my neck. Ginger hovers over me, his lips inches from my ears as he skillfully fucks me with his fingers. He smells like me, his free hand gripping my face—forcing me to look at him. His green eyes are so dark, so lethal; his cock so hard against my upper thigh.

"So fucking pretty when you come," he grumbles before he licks the blood off my chin, drags his tongue over my lips before kissing me—hard.

Fucking Christ.

Why does it feel so fucking good?

I lick him straight back, tasting my pussy on his tongue, on his lips, and moan when he adds a third finger. The fingers of his other hand roughly play with my tits through my shirt. I see stars when he hits my G-spot, over and over again, and I just know he's going to make me come again—really quickly, too.

My entire body jerks, and I close my eyes, my skull rubbing over rough carpet, my breathing labored heavy as Ginger keeps fucking me without ever slowing down. I'm wet, so fucking wet it's dripping under me, to my ass, soaking this expensive carpet. I'm not paying attention, but that's when I hear it. I hear metal on metal, the rustling of fabric, and when I finally open my eyes and look, Ginger's got his cock out. I gasp as he fists it angrily, jerks himself off hard, his head swollen and red, leaking at the tip. Fuck. Even his dick is pretty. Flawless.

"You like my fingers, Havoc?" It's the first time he's not degrading me and calling me by my name, so I can't do anything but answer through my moans. He grins at me, lopsided and hot as sin as he keeps stroking his cock. "Just imagine what my cock would feel like, princess…"

Just like that, I growl and try to get away from under him—totally awake by his name-calling, no matter how sexy he makes it sound. He keeps me in place, though, knee on my thigh so he locks me down with his body-weight, fingers relentless and punishing me so good from the inside out. His eyes flit from my pussy to his cock, to my face and my busted lip and he does it just like that; makes me come like I have been edged for hours instead of minutes. My orgasm is so intense, so fucking wet I can hear it as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me.

Does he really think he's gotten me all meek and obedient now?