“Not then, either.” Doc’s gaze locks with hers, the threat clear. This feels good, yes, but it’s still a punishment.
I pull my fingers free and let her hang there for a count of thirty. Then my thumb slides in, and I’m stroking along the back muscles of her core, stimulating different nerves before I add my tongue. Add suction, licking, and grazing of teeth.
It’s tempting to push her past that thin line between pleasure and orgasm, but I pull away, blowing against her swollen folds.
And we trade. Again and again.
Until she’s begging. Weeping. Tears staining her red cheeks. We don’t let up for a little while after that still.
But it’s me who pulls the trigger, looming over her naked body splayed out across Saint’s desk.
“You ready for some cock?” I unleash myself, hard and aching from denying myself as well as her. A small squeeze brings no relief, but it does clear my mind for the few seconds I need to keep my control.
Grabbing her by the knees, I nearly fold her in half, leaning in, letting my shaft nestle into her sensitive pussy. Her whiny, nearly begging breaths has me twitching. Then, I slide my hand over her throat—not squeezing, simply holding.
Doc and Saint stiffen across from me, but the moan vibrating against my palm confirms how I’m stabilizing her, not making her spin out of control.
The flash of fear she gives me when I grab her by the throat, it’s an old fear. One I want to replace with memories of my hand there, not anyone else’s.
This is how you hold a woman. Firm. Dominant. A promise, not a threat.
“Say it, princess. Tell me you want my cock.”
Her mouth works before a rough whisper slips out. “I want your cock. Please give it to me.”
Such a good fucking girl.
Maintained eye contact makes me ache for her even more until I shift and nudge myself to her entrance and sink into her with one fell swoop.
Her cry prods at the darker, animalistic side of me, and I start to rut. Pleasure contorts her under me. She’s been on edge for so long that it takes less than a minute to detonate her.
Wren’s back bows, body still and stiff, and I don’t stop. It would take something astronomical to tear me away from her right now.
Her hand curls around my wrist, holding on as her breath shutters. Her eyes are unfocused as she finally gets what she wants. Release.
She’s going to be a wreck when we’re done with her.
And she snaps back to me, pleasure re-building, eye contact constant and so much more than I’m used to. Women close their eyes and succumb to fantasies, but Wren remains present, watching me.
I’m a goner. Every last shred of restraint obliterates.
I’m going to make her come so many times before I give in.
30
WREN
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
Sin’s cock is a godsend. My core is throbbing, hot, wet, and beyond needy. I’ve never felt so out of my mind before. I need to come. I desperately need…
His hand twitches around my throat, and I’m a goner. My orgasm is long and drawn out and so much more than I ever imagined possible. I have to abandon myself to it because fighting the overload is impossible.
When I can breathe again, Sin is over me, so serious, so intense…
I reach for him, and he leans in, letting me brush my thumb over his chin, his bottom lip, catching on his lower teeth. The nip he gives me sends a new riot of pleasure surging through me.
Sin only grunts. Intent.
