A ghost of a whisper played on his lips. “Use it to get yourself off.”
That shocked me. “What are you going to do?”
He smirked. “Sit here and try not to come.”
I pouted. “You’re not going to take over?”
He kissed the inside of my wrist. “I’m going to try my best not to.”
Bracing on his shoulders, I tried to do as he asked. First I kind of bounced up and down, but that didn’t feel as good as when he did it.
“Try rolling your hips, doll.” He captured one of my nipples in his mouth.
I shifted my hips, wincing when he felt too big and gasping when I hit a good spot.
His mouth was insatiable, sucking and nibbling at my breast. “Keep going. Use my dick like a dildo.”
“I’ve never used a dildo,” I gasped.
“Well, that’s something we need to change,” he told me as one of his hands snaked up my back and grabbed my hair, steadily pulling my head back with gentle pressure. My back arched, and then I found the spot.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, as his cock hit a place inside of me that was somewhere between frenzy and euphoria. I rolled my hips forward, and the sensation became even stronger.
Maybe it was the way he pulled my hair until my back arched. Maybe it was the way he sucked my breast. Maybe it was the way he rhythmically rocked against that perfect spot inside of me, but I felt my orgasm began to roll toward me.
“It’s coming,” I gasped, as I rocked on him harder and faster.
He tightened his grasp on my hair, pulling my head back further, arching my body like a bow. I clung to his shoulders while frantically pumping myself on him.
I was so close.
“Axel,” I cried out, frantic as I chased my release.
His voice was a hoarse growl. “Is my fuck doll frustrated?”
I whimpered as he grazed my hard nipple with his teeth before suckling it almost to the point of pain, which sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight between my legs.
I wanted to come so bad. “Please,” I begged, knowing he could get me off immediately.
“Is this what you want?” I felt his thumb begin to circle my sensitive clit, but he was deliberately teasing me instead of helping me.
Waves of pleasure rolled through me with every lazy circle but never drove me over the edge.
Helpless little noises were choked out of me. “I’m begging you.”
I felt a pressure as his fingers compressed the tissue surrounding my clit, which instantly reduced the sensation. Almost as if things were muted.
My eyes widened in confusion. “What are you doing?”
A moment passed between us, and then he said with a wicked smile, “Watching you come undone when I release this.”
“How?”
He released the muting pressure, and pleasure exploded between my legs as I convulsed with my orgasm. I writhed and twitched, and my pussy contracted around Axel, multiplying the pleasure.
“Christ,” he gritted out, and then his arms were around my waist and he was pumping up into me hard once, twice. I clung to him as he lifted me with each thrust, and then with a violent cry he bucked his release, hot and deep inside of me.
We didn’t speak. We just lay there, holding each other in the aftermath of our feral connection.
