Page 32 of Echo’s Secret

"Can't—"

"You can. Hold it for me."

He slows down. Not stopping but not giving me enough to push me over the edge either. Keeping me right on the precipice.

"Wesley, please—"

"Please what?"

"Let me come. Please let me come."

"Not yet. Want to feel you desperate first. Want you begging."

"I am begging." I try to push back against him but his grip on my hip keeps me still. "Please. I need it. Need to come."

"Touch yourself then."

The suggestion surprises me, but I shake my head against the desk. "No."

He pauses. "No?"

"Want to come just from your cock. Want you to make me. No help."

Wesley makes a choked sound. "Fuck, Hannah. You're killing me."

"Then kill me back. Make me come on your cock."

That snaps whatever restraint he had left. He releases my hair and grips both hips with bruising force. Then he fucks me, truly fucks me, without holding back.

Each thrust is perfectly aimed. The angle is devastating, and my whole body tightens like a coiled spring.

"Yes," I sob. "Right there! Don't stop, please don't stop—"

"Not stopping. Never stopping. Come for me."

My eyes roll back in my head. My mouth opens on a scream that might be his name or might just be incoherent sound.

"That's it," Wesley groans. "Fuck yes. Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."

The waves keep crashing through me. Endless. Overwhelming. My legs give out completely and I collapse against the desk, held up only by Wesley's hands on my hips and his cock still buried inside me.

He doesn't slow down. Doesn't give me a chance to recover. Just keeps fucking me through the orgasm, drawing it out, making it last impossibly long.

"Too much," I gasp. "Wesley, can't—"

"Yes, you can." His voice is strained now. Close. "Give me another one."

"Can't… Just came… Need a second—"

"No seconds. Your body can take it. Give me another."

He changes the angle slightly, rocks his hips toward me and somehow, it's even better. Another orgasm already forming even though my body is still trembling from the first.

How is this possible? How can I come again so soon?

But I am. The pressure builds faster this time. My pussy clenches around him, trying to pull him deeper.

"Close again," I whimper. "Oh fuck, I'm close again!"