Right on the edge.
What she had yet to learn was that I wasn’t a merciful god.
Pulling back, I rose. Her cry of protest was sweet. Her hands grasped at me as I stepped out of her reach. Standing before her, I switched hands, using the fingers that were drenched with her wetness to tug at my dick. I made her watch.
Irritation wrinkled her face.
Her thighs closed, and she tried to rub some relief into them.
“That’s not going to work, and you know it,” I taunted, sliding my fingers down my shaft.
With a frustrated huff, she sat back, hands planted at her sides. “Fine. What’s it going to take?”
A slow smile spread over my lips. “Beg.”
The sweet sound of her incredulous huff made my balls tighten. I stopped pleasuring myself, already at risk of ending this game early.
“I beg you,” she said, those blue eyes piercing me with a haughty gaze.
“Say please, Mandy,” I ordered. Reaching up, I hooked my thumb on her bottom lip and gave it a tug. “Say it like a prayer.”
She closed her mouth around my finger and sucked. “Please,” she murmured, flicking her tongue against the tip.
“Please, what?” I insisted, voice low and rough.
“Please fuck me.”
I had to physically restrain myself from pouncing on her. “Brava, ragazza. Now…offer yourself to me.”
Her brows knit in confusion.
I gestured to her body. I meant for her to lie down, to open her legs. But I shouldn’t have been surprised when my girl took matters into her own hands. She leaned back, rolled onto her stomach, and scooted so her toes brushed against the floor, hips braced on the table’s edge.
A vicious, possessive growl ripped from my throat. I snatched her hips in a brutal grip that made her squeak. My touch slid down her ass, and I slapped the swell of flesh for good measure. That was what she got for making me lose control. Her yelp of protest turned into a moan as I parted her cheeks and ran the head of my dick up and down between her pussy to make it wet.
Warmth coated my dick, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I shoved it inside with one quick, forceful thrust.
Amanda cried out. I groaned as her tightness wrapped around me. Not giving her a second to breathe, to adjust to the invasion, I began to fuck her deep and hard.
Her fingers scrambled against the tabletop. The wood shook with each thrust. I was going to send us both to the edge, no more teasing, no more denial. This wasn’t the reunion of two former lovers. There was nothing sensual or romantic about it. This was brutal and rough.
Amanda’s whimper of pleasure said she didn’t mind it one bit.
“Such a beautiful offering,” I rasped.
She tilted her hips back with a moan.
I set a faster pace, pounding hard enough to make the table move. I grabbed it with one hand, holding her with the other. Amanda reached up, grabbing the far edge with her fingers. The knuckles curled white. Her body stretched long.There was probably nothing more beautiful than the sight of her taking my dick as though her very existence depended on it.
My dick was swollen, and my balls drew up tight, heavy and ready to empty into her. I slowed, adjusted the pace to give her measured, hard thrusts. Releasing my grip on the table, I reached under her hips and pressed my fingers against her clit.
“You may come.” The words were barely out of my mouth. A match struck, and the spark ignited. Her body responded instantly. Those inner muscles convulsed violently, turning into a vise around my shaft.
A low, tortured groan was ripped from my very soul. Her whimpers and soft cries were a sweet melody, coupled with the hard breaths leaving my lungs. I pumped deep inside her, letting her orgasm pull mine. Seed shot out, long, thick ropes burying inside her core. Her pussy milked every last drop and then continued to pulse around my length.
Hissing in the sweetest pain, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hip, hating how the bone was right there.
Eventually, our movements stilled. My eyes shut, and a feeling rippled through me. Possession. Amanda was mine. Dio mio, after all these long, tortured years, she was mine.
