He huffs. “I appreciate the concern, but you’re so tempting, I’ve broken several already.” His thumb works faster and his fingers pick up the pace.
The pressure builds in my core. My breathing shortens as heat sizzles through my body.
“But I don’t know if I’m desirable.” Alana said he was an actor. He doesn’t do this for a living. I don’t know if this is real.
Suddenly, he presses himself against me, his pants adding a frustrating layer between my body and his hardened cock. His fingers continue to work me, and as the pleasure blooms, I realize it's true, he wants me. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” His fingers move more frantically and his cock rubs against my thigh. “And here you are, living out every fantasy like the good girl I know you are.”
The pleasure explodes as waves hit my body. My back arches, pulling against the restraints, but there’s no relief—I have to ride out this pleasure wave for as long as it lasts.
I’m panting and blood pounds in my ears. A thin sheen of sweat beads on my breasts. “You came on my hand.” His zipper is the loudest sound in the room. He moans and breathes deep. “Your cum is fucking amazing on my cock.” I hear him fisting himself and he grunts. “I need more.” His self-inflicted rules are breaking tonight, and it makes me want to see how far this will take him.
His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks while one hand pleasures himself. The other returns to my pussy. This time, as he moves his fingers, everything feels heightened. I can’t tell how he’s doing it, but he’s massaging my G-spot and sucking on my clit while flicking his tongue. But I focus on the sound of his hand pumping, and every time he groans, it vibrates more.
He’s everywhere, total and inescapable—and he wants me. I’ve never felt so desired in my life. It’s perfect.
But then it builds too much, and I can’t contain it. I start calling his name faster as the pressure mounts like a force of nature. The sensation travels through my breasts, nipples, down my throat, and across my back until there’s a rush of hot wetness. It’s so much. It's an orgasm unlike any I've ever had before.
Oh my God. What have I done? “I’m sorry.”
But he’s busy lapping in a long, sweeping motion. He stops jerking himself off and lifts his mouth away.
“You squirted.”
“Huh?”
Waves of embarrassment and exhaustion hit me.
“That’s the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says in a hushed tone. “I’ve never—” He moans and growls. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
Every neuron snaps at once. “Yes. Fox—I need you to fuck me.”
The opening of a drawer, a tear of paper, and then I gasp when there’s a thick intrusion in my pussy. He fills me completely, his balls brush against my ass cheeks. Each motion hard and precise. He grunts and whispersfuck, before pushing faster and more frantic. “Dammit, you feel so amazing.”
“So do you,” I say between breaths. After all our encounters, he’s finally taking pleasure for himself. I broke him and I’m the one giving him every physical reward he deserves.
His hands latch onto my breasts and squeeze. They were aching for attention, and I couldn’t give it to myself. Then his hand leaves my breast and rests on my cheek. I kiss his gloved fingers, running my tongue over them.
“Taste yourself,” he says. He presses his fingers into my mouth, and I suck hard enough that I hope he can feel me through the leather.
He groans and cries out in an almost primal yell, his body quakes, and his legs shake against my thighs. At last, he collapses over me, his head on my chest as we both catch our breath.
“Jesus Christ, Kitten.” He says through pants and gritted teeth, “What have you done to me?”
