I do and the friction over my clit has me picking up the pace.
“Yes, fuck,” I cry out, feeling my back tense.
“Slow down,” he says. “I can see you’re getting close. Give me long, slow, clenched strokes.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and slow down, my head falling back, my back arching as I continue to move my center over the pillow. The debilitating pace takes away my control.
“Keller, I need more.”
“In time, love,” he says. “Let me just watch you drive yourself crazy.”
I keep my pace so slow that tears start to threaten my eyes because I need to go fast, my nerves are begging for it, my muscles ready to fire off, everything is bunching up but not tightly, not where I need it, creating this edging feeling that’s taking over my entire body.
“Goddammit, Keller,” I cry. “Please.”
“What do you call me?” he asks.
“My king, please,” I cry out as my voice becomes breathless.
“Don’t come yet, do you hear me?”
I nod even though I’m not there yet. I’m in a purgatory where my release simmers but is not ready to fall over the edge.
“I asked you a question. I need to hear your voice. Do you hear me?”
“Yes . . . my king,” I answer as my heart rate picks up, my hips begging to move faster.
After a few more drawn-out sweeps, he says, “Stop.”
I pause, my chest heaving, my body breaking out in a solid sweat.
“Remove the pillow and finger yourself. I want to see your luscious hole and your fingers slide inside.”
I toss the pillow away and lean forward again to offer him the view he wants. I slide my finger inside me.
“Two fingers,” he says.
I add another, and I groan as I try to hit the spot that I need, but I can’t reach it, not in this position. So once again, aggravation creeps up my neck. “I need more, my king,” I say. “I’m . . . I’m edging in the worst way.”
“Good,” he says. “Fuck, you’re so hot, especially when sexually frustrated. I want to eat you, fuck that pussy with my tongue.”
“Please, I need it,” I say as I continue to slip my fingers in and out, the sensation starting to spike my orgasm.
“We shouldn’t even be doing this . . . but I can’t deny you.” His pace picks up, a grunt falling past his lips, the sexiest sound ever.
I dip my fingers some more, swirling and pulling out, waiting for his next command. And the more he grunts, the more my body reacts, and I start to edge closer.
“Are you close?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Then flip around and spread your legs wide. I want to see your cheeks flush as you come.”
Thank God.
I turn back around, my eyes immediately fixating on my phone and his enlarged dick.
So hard.
