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“And don’t you love it?” she teases.
I don’t answer—but the truth is, I sure as fuck do.
My breath catches in my throat as she drags her tongue from the very base of my length, just above my balls, tracing the column for my shaft up to my tip, where she again wraps her lips around me.
Like a rollercoaster she brings me up and down, edging me over and over again, somehow knowing the exact right time to stop before I burst. My cock is harder than I ever thought possible, veins popping out, throbbing so hard with my heartbeat that it could probably a hammer a nail into the wall.
The coil of tension in my spine tightens, the pleasure snaking through me growing hotter and more intense as she coats my cock with her sweet, wet mouth.
The pressure building low in my core feels like it’s going to burst, that she’s finally going to give me the release I’ve been going out of my mind yearning for—until she suddenly stops and pulls away, right before the peak.
“Have mercy,” I plead, my voice jagged and a mixture between a groan and a laugh.
She crawls up on her knees, straddling me. My cock throbs against her slick, wet opening.
“My pace,” she taunts, whispering the words in my ear. “Keep still.”
I’ve already exercised more self-control than I ever thought I had, but I’m going to have to summon more from somewhere deep within me if I’m going to survive her riding my cock without letting myself dig my fingertips into her ass, without letting my hips thrust forward to fill her to the hilt.
Still, I nod.
I’m playing by her rules tonight, and as physically painful as it is to restrain myself while she’s drawing out my climax and playing my body like an expert pianist plays a piano, it’s also the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
My eyes clench tight as I feel her slowly slide onto me. It feels like heaven as the warm, wet walls of her pussy slide down my cock, gripping every inch. She fits me so fucking perfectly that it feels like a miracle.
Even though she’s trying to act like she’s totally in control, she can’t keep a moan from escaping her lips, nor can she keep her eyes from rolling back once she’s completely filled.
She rolls her hips, spearing herself on me. I have to clamp down on my eyelids and clench my hands into tight fists, concentrating on not allowing my hips to thrust forward like I want them to.
I totally surrender as she fucks me. It’s torture and bliss at the same time.
Her motion is slow and steady at first but begins to grow faster. Her breathing becomes more staggered, her composure breaking. Her heavy breathing turn into moans as her pussy tightens around my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, feeling a ball of pressure expanding inside me, bigger and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Liam,” she rasps my name in my ear as I feel the walls of her pussy quivering around my cock.
Finally, I snap. My eyes shut tight, spots dancing on the blackness of my eyelids. Waves of utter bliss wash over me. My jaw clenches tight and it feels like my lips are moving, but I know there’s no way I’m forming any coherent words. Every muscle in my body tightens at the climax, before I erupt inside Zoey, moaning as I feel globs of thick, hot cum shooting from my shaft into her.
Her head collapses onto me, and she bites my shoulder as I feel her orgasm ripping through her, her body quaking against me.
She arches her hips to slide off my cock.
“Holy fuck,” I say, my chest shaking.
Zoey’s chest swells against mine. Her body feels spent in my arms. One second, she can seem all-powerful, snatching control from me sexually like I’ve never experienced any woman do before; and the next, she can feel totally comfortable letting all her defenses crumble and turn to putty in my arms.
I love that she feels comfortable showing both sides of herself to me.
She rolls off me, and I reach to the side of my bed to pick up a towel and pass it to her. She cleans herself up while I let my eyes drink in the sight of her lying totally bare on my bed, the sweat on her body glistening from the soft overhead lighting.
It’s only the fact that I just experienced the most draining eruption of my life that keeps my cock from getting hard again from looking at her.
Zoey goes to the bathroom to clean up, and when she comes back, she nestles next to me on my bed. I wrap my arm around her and pull her tight against my side. She feels so fucking good next to me, our bare skin touching, our breathes synchronized in post-orgasm bliss.
I realize that this feels even better than anything sexual. This close intimacy. Feeling her soft cheek nuzzle against my chest is better than any orgasm, even the one she just gave me.
It’s a realization that should worry me. After all, sex is something Icanhave with Zoey—a real relationship isn’t.
