Chapter 23 #2
“I want you to feel good when we play. A bit of desperation is the goal, but not so much that you’re overstimulated and it becomes uncomfortable. You need to tell me when that happens.”
Panting, I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Tuck your hands under your bottom, Baby.”
I do as I’m told, the action making me feel restrained without cuffs or ropes. Vulnerable. Exposed. He knows exactly how to make me writhe.
“Good girl. Do you want the tip of this toy on your nipples?”
I shudder. Do I? “I-I don’t know.”
“Let’s try it.”
When he lifts it from my clit, I get very little relief because the bullet is still buzzing inside me.
“Keep your knees wide for me, Lillian,” he commands.
My legs are shaking, but I push my thighs open. There’s something so arousing about the way he makes demands of me. His voice and his words drive me wild. Obeying him does, too.
The second the tiny powerful tip of that toy touches my areola, I arch. It’s impossible to remain still. My nipple feels like it has tripled in size.
Bryson sets his free hand between my breasts to hold me down while he circles my nipple over and over the way he’d been doing with my clit. He torments one breast for a minute and then switches to the other.
I cry out, and my pussy clenches around the bullet when he taps my nipple directly.
He chuckles as he trails the evil tip down the middle of my belly and back to my clit. “Powerful, huh?”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
He removes the vibrations from my clit and leans over me. “Do you want my cock, Lillian?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes. Please.” I have no doubts. It’s not just the arousal speaking. I’ve wanted him since long before we ever went out Friday night.
“I’m going to make you come really hard with this vibrator, Lils, and then I’ll take my jeans off.”
I whimper. “Please…” I’m not sure I can take much more of that tiny, powerful toy, but if he wants me to, I will.
“Deep breaths, Baby.”
I inhale, expanding my lungs, and then scream when he presses the toy to my clit again.
“That’s it… That’s my good girl. Show me how fucking pretty you are when you come, Lils.”
His free hand has moved to my pelvis, and he has to apply a lot of pressure to keep me from squirming, but he manages.
Sensation overload makes me delirious, the pressure and need rising until I’m so close to the edge of the universe.
There’s a moment where I hover, floating out of my body, teetering at the top. And then I’m falling, my orgasm taking over, my pussy pulsing. Luckily, he stops the vibrations and presses his thumb against my clit.
I come so hard I’m shaking from head to toe. Tears rush to my eyes, and I’m still trembling violently when I blink at him. “Bryson…” My voice sounds far away. I’m not sure if it’s because my ears are ringing or if I’m unable to project.
He eases the bullet out of my channel, and kisses my pussy reverently before rising above me, his hands bracketing my face. He’s smiling. “You’re the fucking sexiest woman alive.”
My body twitches involuntarily as if I’m being shocked. I’m breathing heavily.
“Do you still want my cock, Lils?”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage. I tug my hands out from under my butt and reach for him, clasping on to his shoulders. “Pants off,” I order.
He kisses me briefly before rising up. Staring at me the entire time, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper.
My chest rises and falls dramatically as I watch him. I don’t want to blink. I want to see everything and commit this moment to memory.
Bryson hooks his fingers under the edge of his underwear, lifts the elastic over his erection, and lowers the denim and cotton down his legs.
My breath hitches as his shaft pops free. It’s huge and bulging, with a thick vein running along the length. Suddenly, I need to touch it, hold it, feel it, lick it.
Without permission, I scramble around so I’m facing him and crawl toward him.
“Fuck, Lils,” he murmurs as I let my breasts sway. Who knew I had such a seductive side?
Dropping onto my bottom, I sit on the edge of the bed, wrap my legs around his thighs, and reach for his length with my hands.
He arches toward me, encouraging me as he threads his fingers into my messy bun. He gently removes the band from my hair and combs through my locks.
There’s a drop of white pre-come on the tip of his erection, and I lean forward and drag my tongue over it. It’s instinctive. I love how he moans, his hands tightening in my hair. I feel powerful.
I flick the bulbous head with my tongue again, pushing against the slit.
Bryson groans this time, the tone deep and sexy. “Lillian…” His voice is reverent.
I stroke a finger up and down his shaft, learning it’s very smooth and hard. There are several pulsing veins, and I wonder if they’re always there or only when he’s erect.
His hands come to my shoulders and smooth up and down my biceps. “I’m so fucking hard, Baby,” he coos. “If you want me inside you, you’ll need to explore more later.”
I tip my head back and smile.
He bends and grabs me around the waist, growling as he drags me to the middle of the mattress.
I whimper when he draws back, wondering where he’s going as he reaches for the nightstand drawer. More toys? Surely not.
Oh right… When he climbs between my legs, he’s tearing into a condom wrapper. Thank God one of us has brain cells. My head was not thinking about protection. We don’t need it, but he doesn’t know that.
I reach up and take it from his hands, tossing it to the side before he can open it fully.
He stares at me, eyes narrowed in confusion. “If you’re not ready…”
“When I started talking about you incessantly a month ago, Simone took me to see her gynecologist. I’m on birth control now.”
Bryson’s breath hitches as he drops onto all fours, his hands landing on either side of my shoulders. He licks his lips. “Lillian…”
I smile. I know guys get giddy about having sex without protection. Simone told me Bryson would lose his head when he found out. She was right.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, Baby,” he says softly.
“Then I guess you’re sort of a virgin, too,” I joke.
He’s still grinning. “I’ve been tested, sweet girl.”
“Okay.” I reach for him. My pussy is still pulsing. If it could speak, it would shout at him to stop staring and fuck me.
He doesn’t budge, though. He searches my face, the goofy smile growing. “You’re mine, Lillian.”
“Show me.” I lift my legs and drag my shins up and down his thighs.
His chest is rising and falling as if he’s running. “Don’t rush me, naughty girl. This is a huge moment.”
I love that he’s being so sappy and trembling as though he really was a virgin. “Do you always hesitate like this before you have sex? Are you having second thoughts?” I tease. I know he’s not.
He smiles bigger and keeps staring. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His cock jerks.
I slide my hands down to stroke him. “Bryson…”
He finally lowers his body over mine, but instead of lining his erection up with my entrance, he reaches between us and eases a finger into me. “You’re so tight, Baby…”
I arch back and moan. I know it’s going to hurt when he enters me. I’m a smart girl. But it will only be painful for a minute. Simone assured me.
He adds another finger, holding my gaze as though gauging my reaction. When he adds a third, he slows his entrance. He’s breathing heavily. I think he’s nervous, and it’s endearing.
His fingers feel good, but I want his cock. Gripping his biceps with my fingers, I buck against him. “Please…”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits softly.
“You won’t.”
His forehead comes to mine as he removes his fingers from my pussy. His lips are a breath away. “Lillian…”
“I need you.”
“Fast or slow?” he whispers.
“Fast.” If he were moving any slower, we would die of old age before he fucked me.
He kisses me gently and then thrusts into me.
The pressure is tremendous, and I grit my teeth at how it feels. I know I need to breathe, but I can’t yet. I hold my breath and close my eyes tightly, trying to get through the initial shock.
Bryson threads his hands in my hair and cups my head. His forehead is still against mine, and he’s not moving. “Sweet girl…” he finally says.
I finally inhale deeply and open my eyes. “Do it again,” I mutter.
He grits his teeth as he partly eases out and then drives forward again.
“Oh yeah…” Now I get it. “Again.” I smile.
He pulls all the way out before obliging me. “Fuck, Lils. You’re killing me. I’m not going to last. So fucking tight, and without a condom…”
I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. My hands smooth down to his ass, and I grip his firm glutes, encouraging him to keep going. There’s nothing more humbling than watching Bryson come apart for me. I’ve had two amazing orgasms. Now, I want to watch his pleasure. “More,” I order.
He groans as he picks up the pace. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part. Suddenly, his entire body stiffens, and he arches his back, the most primal sound coming from his mouth.
I swear I can feel the pulsing of his cock as he empties into me. It’s the most heady experience of my life. I will never forget how perfect he made this for me.