“Yes.”
“That is my favorite toy. Do you know why?”
“No.”
She grabbed him firmly by the dick so he had no option but to follow and walked to the queening throne. “This chair is special.” She lifted the seat cushion, revealing the cutout. “You are going to put your head in the little sling down there, and then I am going to sit on my throne.”
“Then what?”
His expression told her he’d figured it out even as he’d asked the question, but she’d spell it out for him. “Then you are going to use your mouth and show me exactly how much you want to please me.”
She didn’t need to give him any more prompts. He lay down, his head in the sling. Brute was the perfect picture of male submission, lying on the floor, cock hard, waiting eagerly to serve his Domme.
Lizzie wasn’t going to torture herself any longer. Her body was practically vibrating with the need to have Brute bring her to orgasm.
She moved into position on the chair. “You can start when you are ready, Ernest. There is only one rule…you can use nothing but your mouth.” She expected him to dive right in, but he surprised her yet again.
“Lizzie, I just wanted to say you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen, and it will be my pleasure to feast on you until you’re so drunk with ecstasy you can’t see straight.”
Without any further ado, he flicked his tongue against her clit, and she almost jumped out of the chair. She was so worked up, the chances of her holding out long before her first climax were minimal. A few licks and one long firm suck later, she detonated fast and hard, shocking her with a kind of rapture she’d never experienced before.
She’d barely come down from her first climax when she could feel the second coming. She wasn’t normally a noisy one when it came to expressing her bliss, but Brute seemed to have the knack of bringing out sides of her she’d never expected. Instead of concentrating on her clit like he did the first time, he shared the love. From vagina to clit and everything in between, he used every weapon at his disposal, even slipping in a little rimming, to send her flying into her second earth-shattering orgasm.
Having Brute bring her gratification was unlike anything she’d ever dreamed of…even hoped could be possible. Watching his cock bounce against his stomach as he maneuvered to try something different, all she could think of was riding him so fucking bad. She didn’t normally have penetrative sex during a first scene or a second or third even, but being with Brute was different. She didn’t want to deny herself the enjoyment of feeling him fill her.
Looking between her legs at Brute’s grinning expression, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She stood and moved across the room.
“Seeing as you have been such a good pup, Ernest, I feel a little reward is in order.” She moved one of the yoga mats supplied into the middle of the room. “Come lie down here, please.”
He moved eagerly, lying flat on his back. She moved to stand with one foot on either side of his hips.
“This is how the reward is going to work. I am going to ride your beautiful cock, and you are going to lie there and not move a muscle unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He emphasized his words with exaggerated nodding.
She lowered herself until she straddled over him, his cock pinned between her pussy and his stomach. “Do you want to be inside me, Ernest? Do you want to feel the privilege of your cock wrapped in my vagina?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She didn’t make either of them wait a moment longer. She grabbed his dick, lined it up with her entrance, and impaled herself in one swift motion.Holy fucking fullness, Batman.She had to stay still for a few seconds to let her pussy adjust because he was most definitely of a size she’d never experienced before, even including her toys. The slight sting of the stretch gave way to the warmth of arousal. In slow increments, she moved up the down, tilting her pelvis a little to find the perfect angle. Holding gazes with Brute, she rode him like he was a toy to have fun with, and, from his blissed-out expression, he was enjoying every second of it.
“Does my pussy feel good, Ernest?”
“God yes, Lizzie. Please let me come.”
“Not yet, my pup, but soon.” She wasn’t quite there yet. “I need some help, Ernest, to get me over the line. I want you to finger my clit, please.”
Brute didn’t even hesitate, moving his hand to where it was needed and applying the prefect amount of pressure.
“Oh God, Brute, fuck, so close.” Only a few more plunges and she would be there. She was sure of it. “As soon as I start to come…fuck…. You can, too, Ernest.”
The words had barely left her mouth when she fell over the cliff into an abyss of ecstasy—one she never wanted to leave. As the energy left her body, she collapsed onto his chest. She could have quite happily stayed where she was, but the sound of ringing interrupted the quiet.
“Crap,” Brute growled. “That’s Garth’s ringtone. I have to get it.”
Lizzie wanted to be mad at him, but if the call went unanswered, Garth would only keep ringing until it was. She hopped off and let him retrieve his phone. No sooner did he answer than her own phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the other side of the room, Maddy’s name on the screen. “Are you all right?”
“We’re not sure.” Worry edged her tone. “It appears maybe the babies are ready to come. We’re at the medical center. Can you come? Garth’s freaking out.”
“We’re on our way.”
