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Even through my pain, I can’t resist smiling as I reply, “You sadistic bitch.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Then she spins me around so my back hits the wall as she drops to her knees again, and when her eager lips wrap around my cock, I let out a sound so loud, it rattles my bones. I can feel her humming around me as she works my shaft with her lips and lots of saliva. With the added pressure of the plug, I’m not just soaring toward my climax, I’m careening toward it, head-on like a violent collision.
I come and come and come for so long, it feels like she’s draining me of everything I have. Sweat drips down my temple as I gaze down at her, those beautiful blue eyes gazing back up at me, and when my cock is spent and my body goes limp, she pulls her perfect mouth off my cock, closes her lips, and swallows.
RULE #36: WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND.
Mia
He’s gone wild—and I love it. Unhinged and free Garrett is my favorite version of him. After relieving him of the pressure on his prostate and reaching up to undo the Velcro straps holding him against the wall, I feel his feral gaze on me. It’s a little like unleashing a wild animal.
The moment he’s free, I’m hoisted off the floor, his arms under my legs as I land hard against the platform bed.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Kitten.” Then he dives head first between my legs, the soft skin of his freshly-shaven face against my sex. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as he licks and sucks on every inch of me, rounding his lips on my clit and sucking so hard, I stop breathing. Coming up for air, he stares at me with a hungry gaze. “Now, purr for me.”
And he’s back to devouring me like he can’t make me come fast enough. And I need it. The act of tying him up, sucking him off, and seeing just how crazy that little backdoor play made him, I’m more turned on and ready to explode than I’ve ever been in my life.
Not to mention the added effect of dramatic lighting, sexy beats, and the horny watchful eyes in the crowd…I think I died and went to sex heaven.
My fingers dig into his hair as my climax teases me, nearly cresting three times, only to evade me at the last moment. I glance up at him each time that he eases up, wondering why he’s teasing me so much. I guess I already know. I teased him pretty mercilessly when he was strapped to the wall, so I should have seen this coming. I guess it’s only fair.
“Garrett, please,” I beg when he takes his mouth away again.
“What’s wrong? Am I torturing you?”
“Just make me come,” I plead.
“I’m drawing this out for as long as I can because as soon as I’m done, you’re taking my cum again.”
Oh, God. My toes curl and my spine tingles just from the sexy, enticing filth of his words.
He’s pushed me so far, my head is hanging off the edge of the bed as we continue to slowly rotate, giving the audience a three-sixty view of him eating me out like his lips were made for my pussy.
Finally, he plunges two fingers in, curling them at just the right angle that they finally send me flying. My thighs squeeze hard around him, practically levitating off the bed as I come. Pleasure igniting through every inch of my body, from my head down to my toes. His growl vibrates through me, but he doesn’t let up.
I hope he doesn’t try to get another one out of me right away like he did that day. I didn’t even know orgasms could be a form of torture until Garrett tried wringing them out of me one after the other.
But when I glance up at him, I see that he has very quickly recovered from his own orgasm and is currently at full mast again, slowly stroking himself as he prowls toward me. Grabbing my legs, he jerks me to the edge of the bed. He’s standing on the rotating platform as he impales me abruptly on his cock.
Still sensitive in my post-orgasm state, everything is so intense and satisfying. Hooking my legs over his forearms, he pounds into me.
Our gazes are locked as we collide, but when the sensation gets so good, I feel my toes curling again, my eyes drift close and my head hangs backward. Suddenly, he stops thrusting.
My eyes pop open, and I stare at him in confusion.
“When you look away, I stop.”
I bite my lip and keep eye contact with him as he starts moving again, slamming harder and harder until it becomes almost impossible to keep my eyes from closing. I’ve completely forgotten about the crowd and the stage and all of the reasons why I’m mad at him. I’m not saying I’ve forgiven him already, but the things he did wrong don’t exist at this moment. There’s just him and me, and the intensity between us.
“Touch yourself,” he mutters breathlessly, and I know he’s close. “Come with me, Kitten.”
Reaching down, I strum at my clit, already so sensitive and at the precipice, so it doesn’t take much before I’m trembling through another orgasm. He’s slamming in slower, his thrusts less controlled now, his cock jerking inside me as he comes. I am consumed by him, not quite knowing where his pleasure ends and mine begins. And through more than just our eye contact, we feel so entirely unified that my heart throbs with this reminder that there is another heart out there that beats as one with mine.
Garrett and I aren’t alike or compatible or kindred spirits—we are one. It’s why the boundaries in our relationship were so confusing. Because I never hated him, and he never hated me, but the fire burned between us regardless. It was easier to pretend we were nothing more than stepsiblings when we didn’t know how to label what this thing between us was. Now, we know it’s love, and it was always meant to be.
