“If you stop, I will beat you with one of those giant dildos in the cabinet.”
“Then tell me what you need, Greer.” I teased my fingertip up and down her slit. “I don’t mind some direction. I’m a quick study. But I can’t do better if you don’t tell me where I’m going wrong.”
“You’re not,” she said softly. “It’s me.I’mwhat’s wrong.”
“That’s just not true.” I plucked the elastic holding the blindfold in place. “Is it the audience?”
“The…” she started before her body tightened. “Uh, no. I actually forgot all about that.” Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “How did I forget about that?”
I kept the blindfold in place—for then, at least.
She took a few seconds before letting out a soft huff. “This happens a lot. Even by myself. I get close, but I can’t, you know, get there.”
“What do you usually do?” I asked as part of my mind wandered with questions.
What did she use by herself?
What did she think about while she touched her perfect little pussy?
Did she ever think about me?
“I give up and go to bed frustrated,” she said.
“That’s not gonna happen.” I sank back down to my knees, licking her slowly. Teasingly. Increasing intensity with every swipe of my tongue. I wanted to see if the gradual build without me stopping would get her there.
It started promising. Her body reacted. Rocking. Grinding. Shuddering. But then she would tense, and not in the way either of us wanted.
“We can stop,” she said.
“No,” I bit out against her pussy before resuming my feast.
“But I want to touch you.”
“No.”
“Tripp, I—ouch!” she cried when I bit her ass cheek.
“What was that?”
“Sir. I meant Sir.” She moaned the last word when I bit down in the same spot again, and my cock jerked. She moved against me even as she insisted, “It’s not going to happen. I’m broken.”
I was about to grab every toy in the cabinet until I found the right one when I noticed her messing with her hair.
Reaching up, I gripped her arms to pin them to her side. “We gotta get you outta your head, baby.”
I started to release her, but she shook her head. “Don’t let go. Please.”
I readjusted my hold on her upper arms and began to eat again, her moans driving me on.
“Harder, Sir.”
My hands were already tight around her. Any harder, and I ran the risk of leaving marks.
I did it anyway.
Or maybe because of that.
Using my unbreakable grip, I forced her body against my mouth and took.
