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No worries. I’ll help her along.
Dizzy with arousal, I slide my fingers to Amy’s G-spot, dig my fingertips into that rough, swollen patch until I find a certain corded band buried underneath—the gland that’s a tripwire for female ejaculation. When I get my fingers in place, I go for it, milking that gland with authority, without mercy, the same way I’d squeeze the last bit of toothpaste out of an almost-empty tube.
But still, to my shock, nothing happens. Goddammit, she’s holding back. Too self-conscious to let go that last little bit and push through and release the pressure building inside her—a sensation I’ve been told feels exactly like a full bladder.
“This is the moment I told you about,” I blurt hoarsely, returning to stroking her G-spot the usual way as I speak. “Baby, trust me. It’s time to let go. You feel that pressure inside you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Feels like you’re gonna pee?”
“I am. I think I’m gonna pee! We should stop!”
“No, this is it,” I say. “Those are the same muscles that release when you pee, but this time you’re gonna come. So hard, you won’t believe it. Relax those muscles the same way you do when you pee. Exactly like that. Don’t hold back. Release. Trust me.”
As she shakes and convulses, I slide my fingers back to her A-spot and get her going hard again. And soon, I feel her ratchetting right back up to where she was before.
When I’m sure she’s on the brink again, I slide my fingers back to her G-spot, back to that buried cord, and milk her, hard, yet again, while cooing into her ear.
“Don’t fight me on this,” I growl into her ear. “I’m telling you to let go and you’re gonna fucking do it. Right fucking now.”
With a loud roar, Amy digs her nails into my forearm, convulses sharply, and then hurtles into the most glorious, squirting orgasm I’ve ever seen in my life—one that gives me nearly as much pleasure as it’s so obviously giving Amy. As she loses control of herself, completely, she thrashes in her bindings. Screams and then babbles incoherently about how amazing she feels. And then, predictably, starts begging me, desperately, to fuck her.
“It’s not time for that yet,” I say, my body on fire. “Baby, we’re just getting started.” With that, I remove the toy, crawl between her spread-eagle legs, and lick up her cum—my trophy—as she unleashes a stream of delicious noises and whimpers.
When I’ve completed my task, I kiss and lick and worship the rest of her body, careful to leave her pussy alone for a bit to regroup. When she starts making all the right tell-tale sounds again, the ones that tell me her body’s ready to go again, I slide my fingers inside her, all the way to her A-spot, and start again, from the very beginning.
There’s no need for me to get an assist from the Womanizer this time around. Now that Amy’s learned how to let go completely, how to trust me and her body’s signals, I’ll need only my fingers and voice from this point forward. In fact, I’m pretty confident I’ll be able to get at least two more orgasms out of her with my fingers before fucking her and getting one more. The holy grail.
Twenty minutes later, I’ve successfully pulled two more massive orgasms out of Amy, exactly like I thought I would—though neither one was a squirter—which means she’s now a glorious, moaning animal who can’t stop begging me to fuck her. I’d love to keep going, but I’m too turned on. Plus, I have a feeling, if I don’t get inside her now, she’ll pass out from exhaustion and the holy grail will elude me.
Panting with excitement, I release Amy’s soft cuffs, place a pillow underneath her lower back to maximize my angle and ensure maximum friction with her clit, draw her arms above her head, and plunge myself deep inside her like a man possessed.
At the invasion of my body inside hers, Amy growls and squeezes my hands, while I grunt and groan with relief and pleasure. Oh, my fuck, heaven itself couldn’t feel more pleasurable than this. She’s as wet and warm and perfectly molded to me as I’ve ever felt. I feel drugged by the sensations of pleasure overtaking me as my body rocks in and out of Amy’s feverishly. I feel physically drugged. Like someone has shot physical bliss straight into my bloodstream.
My head spinning, I grind my piercing against Amy’s clit with each beastly thrust, and, within minutes, I feel Amy’s innermost muscles tighten and clench sharply around my cock, letting me know she’s all cued up. I whisper into her ear for a bit, saying everything I know works best on her. And soon, forceful waves of pleasure begin milking my cock, launching me straight into the most eye-roll-inducing, intense orgasm of my life. By far. The pleasure gripping me, slamming into me, is so profound, so merciless, so consuming, in fact, for a moment I feel in serious danger of passing out.
