“I’m not going to stop you.” I folded my hand behind my head and grinned at her. “Have at me. I’m at your mercy. Do what you want.”
Amanda’s smile was slow and predatory. “I’m going to make you beg for that mercy before I’m done.”
“Huh.” I scoffed, one side of my mouth curling up. “I never beg for anything, baby. It’s the women who beg me.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” She bent forward, pressing her lips just below one of my pecs. “We’ll see who’s begging in a few minutes.”
I chuckled and lay back to enjoy the challenge. Yeah, she was sexy and she turned me on, but I’d never yet met a woman who made me come undone before I was ready. In the bedroom, as in the rest of my life, I liked to be in charge. I provided pleasure, and I took my own, on my own terms. No one gave me anything.
Her eyes flickered up and held mine as her tongue darted out, following the lines of my muscles. She moved lower, her mouth tasting all of my abs. When she reached my navel, the head of my cock brushed over her cheek, and I expected her to turn her face to take me into her mouth, but she didn’t.
Instead, she crawled down to the end of the bed, to my feet. Insinuating herself there, between my legs, she began kissing her way up my calves, her fingers massaging as she went. When she reached the inside of my thighs, I swallowed hard. My dick was pulsing, more than ready for her touch. I wanted her to wrap her fingers around me, and then maybe her lips, and then I wanted to be deep inside that tight, wet pussy.
But still, I wasn’t begging for mercy yet. I clenched my jaw as Amanda’s hair tickled my balls. She was so close to where I wanted her—to where I needed her—but not quite there. If I bucked my hips a little, she would be in the right place, but that wouldn’t be playing fair.
She lifted her head and smiled up at me. “Your legs are great, too. So hard ... so long. Do you run?”
I managed a nod. “Yeah, I try to get in a couple of miles every day. At home, I run on the beach, year-round.”
“Nice.” She sat up on her haunches, still ignoring my bobbing cock. As I watched, she brought up her hands to cup her tits, sighing a little and letting her head drop to the side. “Mmmmm. You know, I still feel so good from coming before. I feel ... all soft and warm and alive. I love orgasms. They’re almost better than chocolate.”
My mouth was dry, and my lips sagged open. She was playing with her nipples, making them stiff, and I couldn’t look away, even though it was driving me fucking insane.
And then she rose up to balance on her knees and let one hand drift down between her legs, covering the scrap of black lace that was still probably soaked from the last time she’d come and from my mouth. With one finger, she rubbed herself, giving a little shimmy of pleasure.
“I’m so wet,” she murmured. “My finger’s just sliding over my clit. God, it’s so good.”
I growled a little, holding myself in check, but so close to giving in.Not yet, I chanted in my head.She’ll cave.
As though she could hear me, Amanda opened her eyes and gave me smile that was completely filled with feigned innocence, like she had no idea what she was doing to me.
“Is this something you like?” she purred. “Watching women get themselves off? That’s kind of hot, isn’t it?” Her voice was throaty and low.
I nodded, only because I knew that if I opened my mouth to answer, only garbled words would spill out.
“Maybe ... maybe it would be better like this.” She dropped down on all fours over me, her hands on either side of my chest, so that her boobs dangled into front of my face, tempting me beyond measure, and my dick pressed against her stomach. I was about to agree that this really was much better when she moved her legs so that she was straddling my upper thighs. She sat up, arching her back, and lifted one full and luscious tit in her hand.
“I am so close, again.” She teased the bud of the nipple with her finger. “God, I could come like this. I think it’s because just looking at your body ... your hard, firm chest, your muscled legs ... it turns me on. Makes me so fucking hot.” Her eyes swept over me, and the heat there nearly was my undoing. “And this cock ... God. This long, hard, thick cock ... I’m imagining what it would feel like to have it deep inside me. I just want to think about riding it, feeling the head push into me ...”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching down, I grasped my dick and tried to rub the head against her pussy, but she moved too fast beyond my hands.
“Did you want to say something to me, Vincent?” She tilted her head, pinching her nipple. She sucked two of her fingers into her mouth and rolled the other nipple with those fingers, and I could almost taste her again. “Do you need something?”
“Yes,” I ground out. “I need you.”
“Really?” She laughed lightly. “So what do you say, baby? Tell me what you need.” She folded herself nearly in half and touched her mouth to my groin, just above my dick, which jutted out through her hair, the teasing sweep of the strands sending me into a place where I didn’t care what I said or did anymore.
“Mercy.” I spit the word out between my clenched teeth. “You win. I’m begging for mercy.”
The minute I spoke, everything changed. Her eyes went dark, and her smile vanished. With a groan of relief, she moved a few inches and took the tip of my dick into the sweet heat of her mouth.
A roar of something almost inhuman ripped from my throat, and I grasped her head between my palms, pumping myself into her, beyond caring for finesse. Her tongue and teeth went to work, swirling around my length, kissing and scraping the sensitive skin until all I could see was her head bobbing between my legs.
I was close, too close, but the need to be inside her body was primal and could not be ignored. I closed my fingers around her arms and hauled her up my body, so that her full breasts were crushed against my chest, and then I flipped us, pinning Amanda to her back. Reaching down, I curled my fingers around the lace panties and ripped them off, removing the last barrier keeping me from where I needed to be.
Looming over her, my knees between her legs, I held my cock close to her entrance and rubbed her there, feeling the slickness of her pussy beckoning me to take what I craved.
I was about to do it, too—to thrust into her and end this agony—when she gasped out a single word.
