Chapter 34 Dolly #2
He waits until I relax before slowly pulling his finger out of me and leaning back with a sly grin on his face. My body is still tingling, but now I want to feel him inside, deeper inside.
He grips my hips, lifting me up effortlessly and placing me on top of him. “Spin around and face the mirror by the door.”
I lick my lips, looking down at his chest before my eyes finally meet his.
He sits up higher against the headboard, tucking his pillow behind him before peeling his sweats all the way off.
He reaches for the hem of my tank top and pulls it off of me.
I kick my boy shorts off before turning around and doing what I was told.
The mirror mounted behind his bedroom door is in the perfect position for me to see myself straddling him, but also so that I can see his expression of awe as his eyes trail over my body.
He licks his lips, like he’s starving. His eyes flash to mine right before he leans over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and the rope he used to tie me to his bed.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together, so tell me if it gets too tight.”
I nod, reaching both my arms behind my back. He uses my discarded tank top to protect my skin from the scratchiness of the ropes before tightening it around me. Even though I’m on top, I feel restrained and at his mercy—again.
“Lean up a little. Yes, right there.” After sliding the condom over his dick, he positions himself at my entrance. “Look at me,” he says.
My eyes rise to meet his reflection. I feel him grab my bound wrists with one hand, the other moving to support my hip.
“Now …” He says the word like there’s extra air in his lungs. His voice is steady and low. “You’re going to move up slowly, and then just come back down. Like you’re riding a horse.”
“But you’re the horse.”
“But I’m the horse, and you’re gonna ride me.”
“Okay.”
He twitches inside, and my eyes nearly bug out of my head.
He smirks. “Ready, baby?”
I nod, slowly beginning to rise up on my knees. His eyes inch over me—from my long hair cascading down my back, to my butt in his lap. His lips form a circle as he exhales slowly, encouraging me to keep going.
“That’s it, Dollface. You’re doing perfect. Look at you, bouncing on my dick like it’s yours.”
I gasp, leaning forward. He holds me in place so I don’t fall when I start to move faster. He moans, and even just watching him enjoy me riding him is making me want to come again. He starts bucking under me, clearly wanting me to move faster.
He suddenly pushes me off of him, grabs my shoulders, and presses my face into the foot of the bed.
He positions himself behind me before shoving his dick back into my pussy.
I cry out, the angle making him go so much deeper.
I turn my head so I can see the mirror again.
The sight of him thrusting into me, still holding my bound wrists behind my back makes me moan into the bed.
It feels so good, but I’m not quite there yet.
“That’s right, baby. You feel me deep inside you, don’t you?”
I don’t answer, far too gone to respond right now.
Without warning, his hand spanks my ass, a smart stinging shooting through me. I gape at his reflection, shocked that the sudden movement made me clench around him and pushed me even closer to an orgasm.
“Answer me.”
I want to feel his hand on my ass again, so I don’t.
He knows what I want, clearly seeing it in the way I’m nearly drooling now. He spanks me again. My pussy clenches tighter, my eyes rolling back.
“You like that, baby?”
I nod, gasping for oxygen. I feel like I’m being split in half, and I love it.
He reaches forward, coming down on top of my back and sliding his fingers under me to find my clit.
It’s exactly what I need. The sensations sweep me faster toward the edge of my orgasm, and I want to scream; it feels so good.
“Let me hear you. Talk to me.”
“It feels so good, Sam. I love it. I love the way you fuck me.”
“I know, beautiful. I love it. I love you.”
I gasp.
His lips are on my cheek, and he kisses me and whispers in my ear, “Now come for me.”
Seconds later, I do, the orgasm cascading over me with sweet relief. I cry out, moaning and begging for him not to stop. He continues driving into me, pounding my body into the bed so hard that the frame screeches underneath us.
I’m crashing down from the high when his hips start to jerk and he comes. I feel his dick pulsing as he comes in the condom, but then I feel it shooting right into me.
“Fuck.” He jerks out of me, pulling away.
I can feel the wetness oozing out of me, and my heart starts to pound its irregular beat.
“Oh my God, what is that?” My voice is panicked.
Sam starts untying my hands. I sit up, flipping around to face him. He’s staring down between us, and I see the broken condom.
“Shit,” he says.
I clap my hand over my mouth. “Shit!”
Sam’s eyes are wide with terror. “I’m so sorry. I felt it break, and I … it was too late.”
There’s a clear wet spot on the sheet beneath me. “Maybe it broke after and it didn’t go all the way in.” I stammer out the words, my chest heaving.
Sam looks more distraught than I feel. He climbs off the bed, grabbing a pair of underwear out of his drawer before pulling them on, followed by a worn pair of jeans.
“I’m sorry. I’ll get you whatever you want, okay?” He rubs his hands down his face before running into the bathroom and returning with a damp washcloth. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He moves toward me, rubbing the washcloth between my thighs to clean me up.
I shake my head as I don my tank top. “No, you were fine. It felt … it felt incredible.”
And you told me you loved me … which wasn’t the worst thing ever.
He shakes his head. “I’ve never had that happen. I got carried away.” His eyes search mine. “Do you want breakfast or coffee or—”
“Seymour!” a man’s voice bellows from the front yard.
“Oh my gosh …” I turn toward the window.
Sam walks over to it, pulling the curtain aside to look down at whoever it is. I join him, and Duke’s eyes find us from the circle driveway in the front yard. He looks from me to his best friend.
“Get your ass down here.”