Chapter 27 #4
She lets out a low, long moan that shakes with her pleasure, the way she’s bouncing on top of the toys, working for what she needs.
“This isn’t a pity fuck,” I say, nipping the back of her neck and pulling her attention back onto me. “I’m going to fuck you until you physically can’t take it anymore.”
She opens her mouth, probably to protest, and I clap a palm over her mouth, stifling her groans. Pushing down on her hips, I force her down over the clit sucker harder and listen to the way she responds.
The way her eyes flutter shut, I think she’s about to tell me she’s already at her limit, so I correct the both of us.
“Until I think you can’t take anymore, Lexi. Now let me see you ride this thing like I paid for admission.”
Spurred on by my words, she does. Ass keeping that plug in tight, dildo still wrecking her pussy, she works herself over the mounted clit toy hard, not hiding a single ounce of the pleasure she’s tearing from it.
“This what you gonna do when you’re missing me?” I ask her.
“I’m not gonna miss you,” she spits back out, eyes still closed, panting as she saves a horse, making this thing her cowboy.
I’m about to call her out on it, but she corrects herself.
“Just your cock.”
Chuckling dangerously, I step closer to her.
“You really shouldn’t be pushing me right now, little liar.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” she asks, braver than she’s been since the shit hit the fan.
I want to see more of that from her.
Gripping her hips, I hold her in place over the mount, flush to the toys, having to take what they’re doing to her, but unable to move to get relief of any kind. No more and no less than what I allow.
Lips to her ear, I whisper, “I might just have to punish you.”
The noises she makes tell me how much she likes that idea, but she’s not supposed to like punishment.
Pushing on her, I lean her forward, tilting her body just right so her ass is hovering off of the edge of the mount, cunt still swallowed by two toys.
My tongue traces down her spine, making her break out in a shiver until I pull away, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of her low back as I speak again.
“You haven’t asked about my decision,” I say threateningly.
She shakes her head, but says nothing, just groaning as I apply more pressure so her clit gets extra attention from the toy slowly sucking beneath her.
If I upped the speed on that thing, she’d break right now.
I can feel it in her breathing, the way her pulse is flitting, even if I can’t feel the way her pussy is clamping down, I know her tells by now.
“You haven’t asked me to stay,” I continue, nipping at the skin of her hips as she struggles in my hold, whimpering.
I let her wear herself out until I’m ready to continue, teeth clenching as the thoughts swarm. She hasn’t so much as asked what my plan is. Not offered to help me figure out a way to stay. Certainly not begged me not to go, the way I wish she would.
“In fact, you’re acting like it’s just fine with you if I take off and never come back.”
Perched on my knees like this, I can see her head toss and shake, but she still doesn’t use her words the way I want her to.
Leaning forward, I press my teeth into the pretty pale flesh of her ass, imprinting them there as she moans, probably flooding the lucky toy that’s still impaling her.
Sliding my mouth over, nose grazing her skin, I stop when the gemstone handle is between my teeth, and I bite down, pulling back and removing it.
“Shit!” she gasps, body wracking with a chill. But still, she doesn’t say more.
Spitting the plug out to the side, I rise back to my feet, slipping my cock between her ass cheeks, without getting too close to her hole as I lean back over her.
Slapping her hip, I order her, “Move.”
When she starts grinding on the mount again, desperate for more from the toy that’s barely puffing on her clit now, her ass cheeks stroke my cock with each thrust of her hips.
Reaching for the lube, I hold it up high and squeeze the bottle, letting a fat dollop squirt out, falling onto both of us from up above. She groans as the cold liquid makes impact, and I let her motions spread it for me, the slip between her cheeks getting easier with the added lubrication.
“You think I could fuck this pretty pink cunt and walk away?” The words sound as angry as I feel, that she thinks she isn’t enough to keep me here. That she won’t even try.
Fuck the job.
Fuck the restaurant.
This woman is what I need. This exhilarating, agonizing woman, who gets her kicks by trying to infuriate me, and actually managed it by denying what’s been blooming between us all fucking summer.
She sucks in a sharp breath, leaning forward as my length parts her cheeks, sliding between them, and I watch her body shake with the vibrations from the two toys, mouth watering at the image of what she’ll look like when I’m inside of her too.
Gripping the front of her neck with one hand, I pull her back, straight up so she’s against me, removing the stimulation to her clit, just the tip of the dildo left inside of her now, but at this angle, it’s probably just rolling over her G over and over. I need her to focus on me.
“Or are you still telling yourself my cock is the only thing you like about me, little liar?”
Lips pressed together, she lets her head roll on my shoulder, numbing herself in the sensations she gets with me, but I need answers from her tonight.
I think I was wrong.
I don’t have it in me to wait any longer. Four years and seven months without a woman’s touch went by quicker than this hour has, watching her so close to the edge, over and over again, without me inside of her. Keeping her heart locked down and her mouth shut just as tight.
I’m fucking done playing the nice guy. My monster is coming out to play.
“You going to make me pull the truth out of you again?” I ask her. “Your cunt always tells me the truth, you think your ass will too?”