My breasts are pulsing, my nipples throbbing, and my pussy’s this swollen, empty ache, and he’s moved on to the other cheek and then shoves my legs wide, and—“Oh god,” I moan, when the ruler lands right where I want it, on my clit, and the feeling’s so big and bright that I’m going to explode and I tell him, and then he’s somehow hauled me up and I’m straddling him, a rag doll in his arms. His erection notches at my entrance.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, look at you. So wet. So needy.”
I whimper.
“I want you to come for me, so hard.”
I stare down at where he starts forging his way inside me, slowly stretching me. And it’s tight. But it’s good. Better than anything, with his thumb teasing my clit and my breasts cradled in one hand and he’s back to working my hips and my weak legs lift and fall and—holy shit, he’s all the way in and I’m so full, and then… then…
My clit, my insides, a flash of pleasure/pain at my breast. He’s taken the nipple clamp off, and I am wailing, except there’s no noise because he’s soaking up the sound with his mouth. I am detonating.
“Next time…” His voice grates against my lips. “I want to feel this bare.”
“Oh god,” I pant.
“There it is.” He takes off the second clamp, and my whole body clenches. “Oh fuck.”
My climax builds to a sharp point… and then breaks.
Everything disappears in the wash of sensation. I close my eyes… and I’m gone.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Grant
SUNNY’S PUSSY PULSES HARDaround my cock, but in the end, it’s her expression that sends me over that edge into heart-pounding oblivion. The look of sublime pleasure on her face.
I tip my head and touch my forehead to hers. All the control in the world couldn’t keep me from muttering how good her release feels as I empty myself into the condom. And even once it’s over, the aftershocks ride me in little jerks I’ve got absolutely no power over.
After what feels like ages, oxygen flows back in, reason takes over, and I lick up the last of those sweet gasps, nudge her slightly back, and take her in.
One orgasm, fully debauched. That was the goal, not this other thing that’s taken up residence in the middle of my rib cage.
“Come here,” I force out through a throat that’s raw and tight with emotion. “You’re perfect, Sunny.” I cup her face, caress her mouth, her cheek, and let my other hand skim over those insanely hot tits. “I want you like this all the time.”
“Limp and used up?” Her half grin is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in my life. It twists something up in my belly so hard that I have to pull her toward me and whisperin the best wayin her ear.
Her weight is just right. Soft and warm. I dip and let my mouth wander over her neck, her shoulder, press my face in, smile. I could stay here all night.
“We should… um.” Rae nudges me gently away. I’ve been dismissed with a shy smile. She stands, and we both gasp when my half-hard cock slips from her warmth. I put my hands on her hips and hold her steady.
“You need water.”
“Right. Yes. God, I’m thirsty.” She turns like she’s leaving, and I grip her wrist to stop her. “Wait. Hold on.” I check her shoulders, running my palms down her arms to grip her hands. “Let me do it. Okay? Let me.”
Rae nods. I stand, pull her bra up and her shirt down, and turn to settle her in my still-warm seat. “Wait here.”
When her eyes narrow like she’ll protest, I add a quietplease, which seems to appease her. After quickly zipping myself up and getting my shirt back on, buttoned and tucked, I grab her empty bottle from her desk, unlock the door, and head out for a refill.
I’m gone all of thirty seconds, but the woman is stubborn. By the time I get back, she’s up and fully dressed. Shoes and coat on. Her hair’s coming down, and the belt’s already halfway through the trench coat loops.
“You’re a brat,” I tell her, to which she replies with a grimace, holding up her phone, “I got a text. I have to go.”
“Someone needs you?”
An eye roll. “Always.”
“Who is it this time? Your sister? Your aunt’s ex’s half-stepchild-in-law?”
