I took a deep breath, begged my inner muscles to relax, and fucked him even deeper into me. “God, you’re doing so well, Tyler. You’re stayingso stillwhile I take you.”
He let out a tortured sound, and I knew he must be suffering.
I smiled.
Good.
34
Tyler
This was hell. One ofthe lower circles, where they sent the very worst offenders.
Beneath me, pinned on my cock, was a gorgeous, moaning woman, and Icouldn’ttouch her. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t come. I was only allowed to look. Watch her dark hair spill over her shoulder, trace her tattoos across her back, stare between us at the sight of my throbbing dick disappearing into her in torturous increments as she worked her hot, tight pussy over me.
Her hips wereright there.All I’d have to do was reach out, grab them, and hold her steady while I pounded the rest of the way into her.
“What a goodjob you’re doing,” she said, and I almost whimpered.
Yup. Yes. I was definitely a brat because the only thing keeping me steady was her praise and the thought of how happy she’d be if I managed to do what she said. But, god, it was hard. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Never felt thisrightin the bedroom, had always felt like there was a missing element, and now I understood why.
Stella moaned, sliding a hand between her legs, and Iknewshe was playing with her clit. I wanted to shove her fingers away and replace them with my own. Flip her around and watch every wave of pleasure wash over her face. Do literally anything but just kneel here and take it.
I strangled the headboard instead, battling the rising need to move, to thrust, just a little, just to relieve some of this unbearable pressure. Stella was fuckingdrenched,the part of my dick not yet inside her shiny with her arousal, prepped and ready for the moment I was fully sheathed. My head spun at the promise of being balls-deep again, how good it would feel to have her pussy squeezing every inch of me.
My focus rose to her ass, and I thought about how much tighter that would be. How much slower we’d have to go, how much harder she’d have to work to take me there, and oh, god, I needed to stop thinking about that because it was only making things worse.
“How does my pussy feel, Tyler?” Stella asked, shunting her hips backward, sliding further down me.
“Sofuckinggood.” The words came out in a rush. “You’re so tight, Sunshine.”
She froze, voice dropping low with warning. “You know how I feel about that nickname.”
Yes, I did. Which is why I’d used it: to see what she would do, learn how she would punish me.
She pulled off my dick, and I was so hard that it slapped against my stomach. Oh, god, no. I’d fucked up. “Wait, I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late,” she said, turning and leaning against the pillows as she faced me. I could tell from her reddened cheeks and sparking eyes that she was pissed I’d just ruined that moment for us.
“You’ll have to watch instead,” she told me, legs parting, knees rising as she braced her feet against the mattress. Her hands skimmed upward, cupping and kneading her breasts, gently rolling her nipple rings. “You’ll have to kneel there with the knowledge that if you’d just behaved, I would have come all over your cock.”
My chest tightened, and I was suddenly furious with myself. Especially because I could feel her warmth quickly cooling on my dick, and it made me desperate to get back inside her. Well, the only way that was going to happen was byactuallybehaving for once in my life.
Stella snaked a hand between her legs, spreading her folds, giving me a perfect view of her glistening cunt.
This was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done.
Her finger slid inside, and she sighed, relaxing backward, taking her time teasing herself, and the only thing that made me feel slightly better was the way she drank in the sight of me, her gaze moving from my chest to my abs to my straining dick. She added a second finger, her other hand moving between one breast and the next, and then she closed her eyes and really started to work herself, breaths panting, thighs shaking, fingers plunging deep, palm rubbing over her clit, hot, wet sounds hitting my ears, and oh, god, I had never wanted to fuck someone so bad in my life.
“Please,” I begged.
“Shut up,” she snapped, eyes flashing wide, hands stilling.
I nodded, and we held gazes for what felt like a small eternity before her eyelids fluttered down and she went back to working herself, her hips starting to gently thrust, her legs closing, thighs squeezing together to give herself more friction. Pink bloomed across her cheeks, and her breaths came out in short, shallow gasps. She was close.
My cock strained between us, begging to be touched, desperate to get back inside her. I was so turned on I was dizzy, my balls starting to tighten. Fucking hell, I might come without any contact.
Shit, she’d told me not to.
