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A groan wells up my throat, and his cerulean eyes glow with an inner light. He holds my gaze, then wraps his thick fingers around my throat again. I’m possessed. And owned. And he’s stamped himself into my cells without penetrating me. The trembling starts from deep within, and he feels it, too, for his movements speed up again. He holds my hips and surges forward.
"You will not"—thrust—"come"— thrust—"until I"— thrust—"give you permission."
"Please, Rick. Please," I gasp, as the pressure inside me tightens and builds until it seems to fill my entire body, my every pore. "Please," I cry out. "Please."
His hold around my throat tightens enough to cut off the oxygen.
My lungs burn, and my eyes grow wider. Every part of me waits, waits...Tears fill my eyes, my mouth falls open, I tug on his hair, squeeze down on his hips with my knees, dig my heels into his back, and plead with him, with unspoken words.
Then he hauls me up against him, fits me over the thick ridge in his pants with precision, and moves me up and down his length—slowly, making sure I feel every centimeter of his shaft, making sure I don’t miss how big he is, making sure I realize I’d struggle to fit all of him inside me if he wereactuallyfucking me. And the thought turns me on even more. It fills me with a yearning which pushes me to the edge.
That’s when he growls, "Come. Right now."
30
Rick
I release my hold on her throat, and she throws back her head, sucking in air. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry. When her eyelids begin to flutter down, I snap, "Look at me.”
She cracks her eyelids open as her body bucks, and she shatters. She’s so fucking beautiful, a beacon that entices me to follow her over the edge. My balls draw up, and I grit my teeth to stop myself from coming. Instead, I hold her gaze and revel in the rapture of her orgasm. See the lust, the need, that absolute ecstasy that overtakes her, and that relief as she slumps against me. I cradle the back of her head and hold her against my chest. With my other hand I rub slow circles over her back. When she stills, I notch my knuckles under her chin and tip up her head. I press a firm kiss to her mouth. Her sweetness, her essence, her scent… All of it is goes straight to my head, and my cock twitches again.
I lick her lower lip, my favorite curve of her body, then whisper, "I’ll be right back."
When I step back, she winces.
"Did I hurt you?"
She nods.
"That’s good."
"Wha—?" She gapes.
I chuckle. "This way, you won’t forget the first time we almost fucked." Then, because I can’t stop myself, I kiss her again.
“I don’t understand why you couldn’t fuck me for real?”
“Just heightening the anticipation, baby.”
“I’m beginning to think you’re a sadist.” She tips up her chin.
“I did let you come,” I point out. “But if that’s what turns you on, I could ensure you don’t the next time and prolong the expectation even more…”
“There’s not going to be a next time.” She scowls.
My lips twitch.
She sees the confidence on my face, and her scowl deepens. When she opens her mouth, I silence her with mine and she instantly melts into me. I deepen the kiss, find myself leaning into her, and groan. "I’ll never get enough of you."
She scoffs, "You’re a piece of work, Stone."
I pull back, then slap her pussy lightly.
"Ow," she gasps. "What was that for?"
"My name. Is. Rick. You feel me, Goldie?"
She nods.
