I pulled against the restraints, desperate for something to hold onto as the pressure built higher and higher.
“Prime, I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet.” He pulled back, leaving me on the edge, my body trembling. “You don’t come until I say you can.”
“Please—”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Prime. Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”
He watched me squirm for a moment, enjoying my desperation. Then he dove back in, tongue attacking my clit with renewed intensity while three fingers pumped inside me.
“Come,” he commanded against my pussy. “Come now.”
I shattered. The orgasm ripping through me so hard I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel the waves of pleasure crashing over me again and again while he licked me through every tremor.
Before I could recover, he was climbing up my body. Positioning himself at my entrance.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes. Met his gaze.
And he thrust inside me in one hard stroke.
My body arched off the bed, still sensitive from the orgasm, the stretch of him almost too much to handle.
“This is mine,” he growled, pulling out and slamming back in. “This pussy. This body. You. All mine.”
“Yours,” I managed. “All yours.”
He set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust driving deeper than the last. The headboard slamming against the wall. My wrists straining against the silk tie. His hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “Taking this dick like a good girl.”
“Prime—”
“You gonna come again for me?” He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit. “Gonna come on this dick?”
“Yes—”
“Then do it. Come for me. Now.”
The second orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him so tight he groaned.
But he didn’t stop.
He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach. My wrists twisted in the restraints but I didn’t care. Couldn’t care about anything except him.
“On your knees.”
I struggled to obey, my legs weak, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. He helped me, pulling my hips up until I was on my knees with my face pressed into the pillow, my ass in the air.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his hands spreading my cheeks. “Fucking perfect.”
He slammed into me from behind and I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the sounds escaping my throat.
This angle was deeper. Harder. I could feel every inch of him hitting places I didn’t know existed.
