I clenched my jaw and willed my body to relax, but it was impossible because Stella was moving faster, her flush spreading to her chest, fingers pinching her nipples while her other hand worked furiously between her legs.
“Tyler!” she cried, back arching, legs shaking, tits bouncing.
Oh, fuck, I was going to come.
Please don’t,I begged myself, holding onto the headboard for dear life, completely undone by the sight beneath me.
Stella continued to work herself all the way through it, moans low and keening and so fucking hot because she had theperfectbedroom voice. Afterward, she went still, a small smile playing over her lips as her eyes opened and she gazed up at me.
“Are you sorry for what you did?”
“So fucking sorry, Stella.”
“Do you think you can behave now?”
“Yes. I promise. I’ll do anything, just... please let me back inside you.”
She eyed me for a few seconds, like she was contemplating it, like she was really thinking about leaving me here like this. God knew it was theleastI deserved after everything I’d done to her, but Stella must have wanted it as badly as I did, because she pushed back to her knees and gripped my chin, staring into my eyes from an inch away.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak, and don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
I nodded to show I understood.
She turned back around, gripped my dick, and slid down onto it. My teeth nearly shredded the inside of my cheek as I fought to stay quiet. Her pussy was incredible, and the sightof my cock slicking back into it had me digging my nails into the headboard to keep still. She planted her hands just below mine, using her arms to push herself backward. It was easier this time, because she’d already come. Butalsobecause she’d already come, she wasn’t in as much of a rush as before, so she took her goddamn time working me, pausing every now and then to give her hips a delicious twist that made my head spin and my dick twitch inside her.
A small eternity passed until I was fully seated, and I don’t know how I survived it, spending every goddamn second fighting my body’s urge to thrust forward. Stella stilled the moment her hips met mine and she realized she’d successfully takenallof me, her sides heaving as she breathed.
She arched her spine, rolled her hips, and dropped her head forward. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do I feel good, too?”
I opened my mouth to tell her she felt life-changing and realized at the last second it was a trap.
She glanced over her shoulder and shot me a coy smile. “Good boy.”
Ohfuckjesuschristiwasntgoingtomakeit.
My lower stomach clenched, thighs trembled, hands death-gripping the headboard. This wasactuallytorture.
I was torn between wanting to die and wanting to live in this moment forever, because I’d never been so focused in my life, not a single thought or feeling in my entire body except for my overwhelming need to come. I’d asked Stella to turn my brain off, and she delivered, and I was going to fuckingworship herfor it if she ever let me.
She rolled her hips again, shifted forward, and then slammed back onto me. I nearly blacked out. She did it again, and I started praying for the first time in my life, begging anyone who would listen to grant me the willpower needed to survive this.
The next several minutes were like an out-of-body experience. Stella fucked herself onto me like I was nothing but a prop, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. My entire body started to shake. Sweat slicked my skin. My balls were so tight they were painful, and I’d been kneeling so long, my feet were starting to go numb.
“I’m going to come,” Stella moaned, slamming herself backward. “I am going to come on this dick so hard, Tyler.”
I knew she was telling the truth because her pussy was practicallystranglingmy cock. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I felt a desperate sob building in the back of my throat. I needed to come or I might actually pass out. Or die. Fuck, was that possible? I sure as shitfeltlike I was dying.
Please let me come,I started begging her, over and over again in my mind.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, thrusting harder, faster. “Oh, fuck. Tyler, yes!”
She threw her head back, spine bowing, hips working furiously, pussy tightening like a vise as she came.
Stars exploded across my vision.
I was going to die. A heart attack, at twenty-five.
Stella rammed all the way home one last time, pausing there, swirling her hips as her muscles pulsed around my dick.
