He fucked her fast and hard, and moved down to take one hard nipple into his mouth again, sucking, sucking, until she wondered if a person could actually die of pleasure. Her pussy clamped around his fingers, and he stopped, pulling them from her body.
He released her nipple to ask, “Are you ready to come, Claudia?”
“Yes. Yes!”
“No, my beautiful girl. You’re going to hold it back. I want to edge you as long as possible. You’re only to come into my mouth. Understood?”
“I-I don’t know. When are you going to put your mouth on me?”
He laughed, a low rumble in his chest. “When I’m good and ready to, of course.”
Maybe this was the key—forcing her to hold her climax back. Because the moment he said she wasn’t allowed to come, sheneededto in a way she never had in her life.
She groaned. “Ah, god.”
“We agreed that ‘Sir’ would do. I want you to call me that now.”
She almost came at that moment—again—and had to steel herself to hold back as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he praised her, sending shivers over her skin like a warm, stroking hand. “Spread a little wider for me. Yeah, just like that. I want to see your sweet pussy. I want to see how wet you are. I want to see those tender, pink parts of you that are just for me right now.”
“Yes, for you.”
“Now hold as still as you can, baby. I’m going to fuck you good and hard with my fingers again,” he said as he slid them inside her, and she had to pull in a gasping breath. “Oh, yeah. You’re so damn hot inside. I want to make you squirt, pretty girl. Have you ever squirted before?” he asked as he curved his fingers against her g-spot.
“Oh, fuck. No… no. Never.”
“Is it because no one ever knew how to make you?” he demanded as he began working that sensitive spot inside her pussy until she swore she could feel it swelling.
“Unh! Um… I don’t…”
“Hard to talk right now?” he asked, humor in his voice.
“Hell, yes, it is!” she exclaimed as pleasure shafted deep into her belly.
He chuckled, then rubbed her g-spot harder, faster, really pumping into her. “This help?”
“Brody!”
He smacked her thigh, just hard enough to sting. “What did I tell you to call me?”
“Oh… Sir.”
“That’s better. Now answer the question.”
When she paused, he smacked her thigh once more, and she loved it, loved the way it heightened sensation.
“Mmm… yes, it helps. And no, it doesn’t,” she answered with a giggle.
“Look at me, beautiful.” She looked up into his eyes, and his were gleaming with desire and amusement. “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely in subspace and lost in what you’re feeling. I want you to describe it to me.”
She bit her lip as he kept stroking, stroking, and it was so damn good, she didn’t even need him to touch her clit, which was the only way she’d ever come before. But god, whatever this man was doing to her had her totally out of her head, floating on a cloud of pure sensation.
Another sharp smack on her thigh that got her attention, if only because it sent another shiver of pleasure through her.
“Tell me,” he demanded as he kept working her g-spot, making it nearly impossible to think. But she wanted to obey.
“It’s… oh, it’s so deep. The sensation is… deep inside me. In my belly. Running like water through my arms and legs, but like pressure inside me. It’s so, so fucking good. Yes… like that. Ah… I feel as if I want to come, but it’s different. God, I can’t think.”
