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“Be a good little toy, stay completely still, and do not make a sound.” He gripped my ass and angled my hips toward his mouth, as if about to serve himself. “Your only job is to come as hard as you can.” He clamped his mouth around my pussy.
Using his tongue, lips, and teeth, he began a slow but expertly sensual assault and, oh man, I didn’t think this not-moving-or-speaking thing was gonnapan out.
I’d try, I really would. And I did. I remained as immobile as possible, biting back every moan and whimper, but I didn’t have much faith that I’d last.
I liked to challenge myself, liked to please him, even liked being treated as a toy. But I wasn’t certain I had thelevel of self-control required to not outwardly react to what he was doing to me.
Every lash, swipe, and stab of his velvet tongue was pure heaven. Each nip, nibble, and graze of his teeth was an extra spice. Warm breaths, low growls, and rumbly moans ghosted over my flesh, adding to the exquisite sensations.
He wasn’t rushing. Didn’t seem to be working toward the goal of making me come. No, he was pretty muchmeanderingaround my pussy. Like he had all the time in the world to play and explore. Like I really was just a thing and, as such, he had no need to care what I wanted or felt.
He licked up and down. From side to side. In circles—clockwise, anticlockwise.
Sometimes he used the tip of his tongue, other times the flat of it. Sometimes he kept the pressure soft, other times not. There was no regular pattern to follow. No way to predict what would come next.
Having no outlet for the building pleasure, being forced to bottle it all up, was not only absolutely maddening, it made me feel like I’d combust any second.
He abruptly went still, letting my clit rest on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t move. Just stayed right there like that. Because he was a teasing bastard andknewI’d be aching to buck and squirm.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I clenched my jaw hard as I strived to keep my muscles locked in place.
Intolerable seconds ofnothingwent by, and then … “Such a perfect little toy.” He swirled the tip of his tongue around the tight throbbing bundle of nerves. “Now it’s time for your reward.”
He eased his lips around my clit and began to suckle like a master.Thank God.I felt each rhythmic pulse deep in my core, feeding the tension building there. He pressed a spot above my mound with two fingers, putting delicious pressure on my G-spot, and holy-fucking-shit it was now game over.
I came hard—fuck being quiet and still, I arched and cried out and clawed at the sheets beneath me.
“My turn.” Rock hard again, he curled over me, his eyes dark and glittering with unrestrained hunger. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, planted a hand either side of my head, and slammed his cock so deep I choked on my own breath.
“Fuck,” I burst out as the burn of being stuffed full streaked up my inner walls. Without conscious direction from me, my hands flew up to grip his taut shoulders. I dug my fingers into the hard muscle there. “You’re merciless with that thing.”
“You like a little pain. Let’s not pretend you don’t.” He very slowly reared back. “Keep your eyes on me, Addison. Don’t close them. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
All his leashed aggression abruptly poured out of him in a frenzy of brutal thrusts.Jesus Christ.Unable to move, I merely held on for the wild, exhilarating ride. Every forward snap of his hips drove his cock deep and made his balls slap my ass.
It was so hard to keep my eyes open—they kept trying to drift shut from the overload of pleasure. But I somehow kept my gaze locked on the man above me, whose own eyes would either fix on my face or stare down at where our bodies were joined.
Soon, my inner muscles began to heat and flutter from my approaching orgasm.
“Don’t,” he bit out. “Not yet.”
Fuck that, I needed to come. And I knew how to yank him under with me. I dragged my nails down his solid chest and squeezed my pussy tight around his cock.
He hissed out a curse and lost it—ramming hard, making the headboard pound against the wall. Mere moments later, my release swept up my body like a hot flush and burst over and through me, tearing a throaty scream out of me.
Dax broke, slamming his hips forward and locking his dick deep inside me. Shuddering, he ground his hips with every harsh blast of his come.
Feeling like I’d run a goddamn marathon, I sagged into the mattress beneath me—trembling, panting, utterly drained. Dax dropped my legs and collapsed over me, burying his face in my hair.
When I could finally speak, I weakly stroked his back as I said, “I should be honest with you. I know you don’t like to talk about ‘feelings,’ but it’s important you know my pussy is totally in love with your dick. It fought its feelings hard, it did, but it lost the battle.”
His lips lazily curved against my hair as his body began to shake with a silent laugh.
“I must warn you that if your cock freaks out and bails, my pussy willnotreact well—it doesn’t believe in divorce,” I added. “Just saying.”
His hand sweeping up my thigh and side, he spoke into my ear, “There’ll be no divorce. You gave me you. I’m not giving you back.”
“Even though my no-no parts has feelings for yours?”
