She closed her eyes.
Nathan caught her flesh with upward strokes and he alternated them with mind-bending touches to her pussy.She was getting damper and damper, aware of every part of her body.
“How many more should I give you?”
From her reading, she remembered an answer.“As many as you think I deserve, Sir.”
“Ten.”
Not knowing if she could take that, she bent her knees.
“Twelve.”
Immediately she forced herself back into position.
“Much better.Spread your legs.”
Feeling a bit like she had the grace of a penguin, she stayed bent over and kept her hands behind her as she moved her feet farther apart.
Kelsey saw his hand move, and the overhead light seemed to play with his watchband.She was distracted by the sound of something humming then she felt the press of smooth, hardened plastic against her pussy.
She pulled away.
“Stay still,” he told her.
“I can’t.Can’t, can’t, can’t.”
Instead of arguing, he slowly inserted the head of the vibrator into her pussy.Unerringly he angled it so that the tip pressed against her G-spot.
“Nathan!Sir!”
He slid a palm against her belly to hold her in place, and it seemed to magnify the sensation in her.
“Close your legs.”
“That’s going to make it more difficult.”
“Yes, it will,” he said agreeably.
Driven wild, so mad that she gave hardly a thought to her lack of style, she whimpered and tried to do what he said.“I’m going to come.”
“You’re going to think about holding your position and making sure the vibrator doesn’t fall out.If it does, we’ll start over.”
“No.”She shook her head.“No, no.”She did an inelegant little dance, jerking as the evil little wiggling vibrator relentlessly buzzed against her most sensitive spot.When she’d used it on herself, it had never been this maddening.
“How many?”
“Ten, Mr.Donovan.”
“Pardon me?”
Fuck balls.He turned up the dial, making her twitch.“Twelve!You said twelve, Nathan.”
He spanked her right ass cheek six times with horrible, accurate precision, landing one right above the other, searing her.She drew in breaths and pretended she were anywhere but here.A beach.On a tram tour at Space Center Houston.Hanging onto the rail on the Bolivar ferry.Heaven help her, even in a church.Though she knew nothing could help her now.
It wasn’t possible for her to maintain the position.
“Not yet.”
