“You can, beautiful,” he growls, pressing himself against me.His long, hard cock is just at the right height to probe my ass cheeks.
Shaking, I lean back against him.Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place.There’s nothing harder than the wall of muscle behind me.Except maybe the giant dick rubbing against me.
I push myself back while spreading my legs wider, allowing the jet to stimulate me.It’s so intense, it won’t take long for me to orgasm.
Especially with Matthias crooning, “That’s it, you’re my good girl.Show me how you let go,” right in my ear.
“It’s so much,” I pant.
“You can take it.”He pins me with his hips and frees his hands.One plucks my nipples while the other comes to cup my throat.“I want to see you come apart.You can do that for me?”
I nod.
“Are you close?”
I make a sound that’s more of a breathy moan than ayes,but he gets it.
His hand tightens around my throat.“Ask me for permission to come.”
What?My arousal blooms even hotter, which I didn’t realize was possible.
“Please, please,” I’m begging before I can think about it.“I want to come.”
“From now on, you don’t orgasm without my say so.”
Oh.My.God.“Okay,” I breathe, but he tips my head back, so I can see his stern expression.And stern Master Matthias is my new favorite Matthias.
“No, sweet.When I’m making you come, you call meSir.”
Matthias
There’s no one more gorgeous than my mate.She’s sexier in sweatpants than any porn star.
But half-naked in my arms, begging me for an orgasm?I’m so satisfied I might as well be in heaven.
Maybe my heart stopped at the altar, and I am in paradise.
She comes apart in my arms, cheeks stained with color, eyes wild.My dick is so hard, if I angle her right, I could drive right into her.Straight into the promised land.
But no.I need to wait because she’s not ready.I want you to be my first.Because my little beauty is a virgin.
Fates, I’m going toconsumeher.
Her cries echo over the lake.She’s begging me now, pleading for the pleasure to end.I’m going to get a lot of use out of this pool, but I don’t think she’s ready for orgasm torture.
She’s limp in my arms, letting me fully support her weight in the water.I tell her how good she is, how glorious, how I’ve never seen anything so lovely.“What a gift you are to me.”I stroke her breasts, toying with her hard nipples.I want to bite them.
Later.
I lift her and carry her from the pool, letting the water stream off of us.The sunroom overlooking the pool has sturdy lounge furniture that can endure the outdoor weather, so I’m not worried about it getting wet.
I set her on the sunroom double lounger and spread her legs to examine her.Her sex is pink and puffy, not just from orgasm but the pressure.I’m tempted to tie her spread eagle and feast, but…she’s new.I need to go slow.I need to be gentle.
So I dry her off and lay down next to her.The chaise is large, built for two, but it creaks under my weight.I ease her half on top of me and stroke her wet hair until she blinks up at me.
“How are you feeling?”
“That was…” she huffs like there are no words.
