I do as he says, drawing out the orgasm.
A hand smacks my ass with a shocking sharpness. Then I’m gasping for air as he continues licking me, pushing me into another orgasm.
At the peak, I can’t hold back any longer. A fresh wave of pleasure crashes over me as I cry out. I convulse, clenching the bedposts, at Ted’s mercy.
Finally, I find myself lying next to him, still fighting to breathe. He’s perched on one arm, looking down at me like the cat who ate the canary. His lips and beard glisten with my desire, and I come to terms with the fact I've had a full-on mental break.
So I go with it, drawn to his big, erect beast that is out between the slit of his boxers, I get to my knees and wrap my fingers around his length.
Ted freezes and mutters a curse.
My fingers don’t meet. A hot shudder washes through me. He brought me off spectacularly, but faefucks if I don’t want to be impaled on him again and again.
I lean forward, up on an elbow, and lave my tongue across the large mushroom head.
His hips shoot off the mattress as he sucks in a harsh breath. I lean in even further and circle the head of his dick with my tongue. I’d always been proud of my blowjob skills, taking pleasure in knowing I can give pleasure, but this is different. Another way I’ve kept my hands on the reigns of any man I’ve been with. For the first time, I feel I truly have control over Ted and I’m instantly drunk with power and sensation. This is where I excel. My sexiness lies in service to others and it’s been too long since I’d been able to rule my role.
I’m going to make him succumb and buckle to me the way I do for him. But as much as I grab for power and note every twitch, gasp, and muttered curse, I lose myself in him. Absorbed in the feel of him, the taste, it becomes more than a show or a service. I want to fucking take all of him into me anyway I can get. I want to take Ted down my throat, feel him as deep as I can.
With a growl he grips my hair, tugging me back a few inches, until my mouth opens wide. I let out a moan of my own and his dick slides between my lips, the tip grazing the back of my throat. Then I’m bundling my hair in one hand, letting him control the pace as I take in as much of him as I can. Even though he dictates the pace, I own him right now and we both know it.
With him gripping my head, I have to put all my weight on the one elbow to stay poised, which is starting to get stiff. I’m barely aware that I’m rocking my hips back and forth, as I suck on his hot, pulsing dick. The taste of him is addictive. Is that because he was so unattainable? Does it make men all the more satisfying when they first deny you?
That’s fucked up, but maybe not wrong.
Ted pulls away from me, and the loss of contact leaves me gasping for air. His face is arranged in a concentrated lust-drugged expression.
“If I spend one more second in that hot little mouth, blondie, you’ll have to swallow. And I have better plans than that right now.”
Chapter26
Breaking News: Slut Brother Good For Something
TED
Witchtittingfuckfaes, I almost blew in her throat. I’d never felt anything so godsdamn good in my life.
But I crave more. I crave her. The way she is splayed on my bed, so inviting, with puffy lips from my thorough kisses, and tousled hair that could get me hard in church on a Tuesday. When her eyes sparked with anger, I was enrapt, but now they are hooded with lust and I’d fucking fall at her feet as long as she kept looking at me like that.
After shucking the boxers off, my fingers instantly seek the soaked petals of her cunt and I moan into her breast, licking and sucking again.
She mewls and I almost come from that sound. I smile around her perfect bud as her fingers clench the sheets and her feet curl up, toes digging into the mattress.
My dick aches for her, aching for all of her. My fingers work in and out of her pussy and she moans, lifting her hips to meet them. I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight than her right now, my fucking witch, so willing and open for me.
She cries out when I add a third finger and I’m fighting with my bedsheets to free my hand so I can grip my aching dick. I don’t know how much longer I can make this last. Her body winding up, her hips thrusting to meet my merciless pace. I’m going to explode. I’ve never had so much self-control in my life. I can’t remember ever wanting something so badly, but still not being able to have it.
I find the slit of her pussy and rub her clit. A strangled sound comes from her mouth and she lifts her hips even more, like I’m fucking her with my hand instead of just the one finger.
I feel the ripples in her walls. She’s going to come for me again. I love getting her so responsive. But I back off, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her.
I get on my knees and spread her thighs. Goldie blinks up at me with wide eyes.
Gods, she is gorgeous in my bed, sunlight making her tan skin glow. The woman is all soft curves and femininity.
Before I can go forward, I have to make sure she’s with me. “You can say no.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it. It wasn’t a no, but it sure as hell wasn’t a yes.
