Page 223 of Never Not Been You


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She loses it.

Her head tips back, a breathy moan spilling into the room like my favorite fucking song.

I work her steadily, fingers pushing in, pulling out, angling just right, building her slowly. Waiting until she’s right there.

Then I pull away.

I stand and shove my underwear down, freeing my cock. I round the bed to the drawer, my fingers sifting through the collection of toys before I grab her rabbit.Yeah, she loves this one.

I settle back between her thighs, taking a moment to just look at her.

She’s biting her bottom lip through a half smile, her skin flushed and glistening. Hands bound. Blindfold on. Waiting.

I hook my fingers into her underwear and slide them down her legs, slow, inch by inch—eyes locked on her pussy, fighting the urge to justfuck her right now.

I blow out a breath.

Not yet.

I press the buttons: one for the spinning beads, one for the clit stimulation.

She grins like it’s fucking Christmas.

I drag the tip up the center of her, stopping at her entrance, tracing slow circles with just enough pressure to make her ache for more without giving it to her.

“Matt,” she pleads.

“You want more, baby?”

“Yes. Please.”

I slide the tip in and out slowly, coating it, watching the way her body reacts. Every time it presses inside her, she makes that soft, sexy sound that goes straight to my spine.

I let the vibration touch her clit for a few seconds, just enough, then pull it out.

Her thighs press together. “Fuuuck.”

I love edging her.

“More,” she gasps.

I push it back in, halfway this time, and wrap a hand around my cock, pumping slowly.

Christ.

I press it all the way inside her, the beads spin against her walls and the rabbit ears hit her clit at the same time. Her hips jerk instantly, and her head tips back, lips parting as a long, breathless moan spills from her lips.

She comes hard, thighs trembling, chest rising and falling.

I tighten my grip around myself, stroking harder, gaze locked on her and the way her body moves as she falls apart.

“Matt,” she says, panting. “I want to feel your cock at the back of my throat.”

“Fuck,” I murmur.

I release my dick and straddle her chest, guiding myself toward her mouth.

She licks her lips then lets them part.