Caught Up In You 3: Designer Love and Empty Things (Edgeplay) by Jenna McCormick Page B
Authors: Jenna McCormick
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the pressure too light to set me off. Covering my teeth with my lips, I suck him hard, wishing his girth stretched my feminine walls. I need to be fucked so badly I’m dizzy from it.
“Deeper,” he rasps between licks, his hips finding a rhythm. “Take me deeper. Swallow my cock.”
I’m afraid I’ll choke from this angle. The tip is already hitting the back of my throat. With my mouth full of cock, I shake my head, hoping he’ll understand.
He does, because the next thing I know, he lands a slap on my spread pussy. My body seizes under the sharp sting and involuntarily clenches on the ginger root. Again the burn intensifies and my mouth opens to scream. His cock glides farther into my throat and I swallow, milking his shaft with my throat muscles.
Above me, his whole body tenses in orgasm, but he doesn’t come in my mouth. I feel almost cheated as he withdraws his still hard shaft and moves off of me. I worked hard eliciting that response from him, damn it. Where’s my reward?
My body shakes, filled to bursting with unspent lust. My gaze focuses on the hard length between my legs. “Fuck me please, Connor.”
He moves back to the dresser and I gasp when I see him grab a condom. Soon, this torment will all be over soon. I shiver as he rolls it on and my body seizes in anticipation.
My relief is short lived. He fishes the remaining piece of ginger from the bowl. An involuntary whimper escapes. “No more, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Almost there, babe. You’re doing beautifully.” His words are meaningless though, because it’s the ginger and not his cock that moves between my legs.
I force myself not to clench up when he places the sliced end directly on my clit, knowing the agony that causes.
The spice leeches slowly into my throbbing nub. Connor sized it perfectly, so the outer folds of my sex hold it in place. With my arms and legs tied in spread eagle fashion, no amount of squirming will displace it.
He licks one diamond hard nipple, rolling the other between thumb and forefinger. His blue gaze is locked on my face, devouring my response to this sensual torment. Sensations meld together in a swirling vortex of unfathomable pleasure. It’s like I’m flying through space at warp speed, all the wonder and chaos and majesty whizzing by too fast for me to identify. I’m helpless, lost in wonder.
My entire body trembles, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, and I chant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Only he can make it stop.
Connor holds my head still. “Okay baby. It’s okay.”
“Please. I’ll do anything.” I’m pathetic, but I just don’t care anymore.
He mounts me. His prick is so stiff and my pussy so wet that he doesn’t need to aim it as he slowly sinks inside my aching channel.
It’s the final straw, what my body is waiting for. My back bows up off the bed as I explode around him, detonating into a million pieces. I scream until my throat is raw, the relief is so immense.
Connor holds perfectly still on top of me, gritting his teeth as my inner walls ripple around him. His eyes blaze blue fire, brimming with satisfaction and endless desire. Pleasure and pain combine into an explosive release I never dreamed possible.
I sag limply back onto the mattress, utterly spent. Connor unties my arms and legs and removes the ginger from my clit. I shiver as my sweat starts to dry but I’m too limp to even crawl under the covers.
My pliant body doesn’t fight when Connor spins me around on the mattress or, when he flips me onto my stomach. But when he commands “Up on your knees, look in the mirror.” I almost protest.
Until I realize he hasn’t come.
My tongue is thick as I try to speak. “I can’t—”
“Trust me.”
I feel as though my bones are full of lead. My muscles have no more strength than a rubber band but somehow, by sheer force of will, I climb into position.
“Spread yourself wide for
“Deeper,” he rasps between licks, his hips finding a rhythm. “Take me deeper. Swallow my cock.”
I’m afraid I’ll choke from this angle. The tip is already hitting the back of my throat. With my mouth full of cock, I shake my head, hoping he’ll understand.
He does, because the next thing I know, he lands a slap on my spread pussy. My body seizes under the sharp sting and involuntarily clenches on the ginger root. Again the burn intensifies and my mouth opens to scream. His cock glides farther into my throat and I swallow, milking his shaft with my throat muscles.
Above me, his whole body tenses in orgasm, but he doesn’t come in my mouth. I feel almost cheated as he withdraws his still hard shaft and moves off of me. I worked hard eliciting that response from him, damn it. Where’s my reward?
My body shakes, filled to bursting with unspent lust. My gaze focuses on the hard length between my legs. “Fuck me please, Connor.”
He moves back to the dresser and I gasp when I see him grab a condom. Soon, this torment will all be over soon. I shiver as he rolls it on and my body seizes in anticipation.
My relief is short lived. He fishes the remaining piece of ginger from the bowl. An involuntary whimper escapes. “No more, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Almost there, babe. You’re doing beautifully.” His words are meaningless though, because it’s the ginger and not his cock that moves between my legs.
I force myself not to clench up when he places the sliced end directly on my clit, knowing the agony that causes.
The spice leeches slowly into my throbbing nub. Connor sized it perfectly, so the outer folds of my sex hold it in place. With my arms and legs tied in spread eagle fashion, no amount of squirming will displace it.
He licks one diamond hard nipple, rolling the other between thumb and forefinger. His blue gaze is locked on my face, devouring my response to this sensual torment. Sensations meld together in a swirling vortex of unfathomable pleasure. It’s like I’m flying through space at warp speed, all the wonder and chaos and majesty whizzing by too fast for me to identify. I’m helpless, lost in wonder.
My entire body trembles, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, and I chant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Only he can make it stop.
Connor holds my head still. “Okay baby. It’s okay.”
“Please. I’ll do anything.” I’m pathetic, but I just don’t care anymore.
He mounts me. His prick is so stiff and my pussy so wet that he doesn’t need to aim it as he slowly sinks inside my aching channel.
It’s the final straw, what my body is waiting for. My back bows up off the bed as I explode around him, detonating into a million pieces. I scream until my throat is raw, the relief is so immense.
Connor holds perfectly still on top of me, gritting his teeth as my inner walls ripple around him. His eyes blaze blue fire, brimming with satisfaction and endless desire. Pleasure and pain combine into an explosive release I never dreamed possible.
I sag limply back onto the mattress, utterly spent. Connor unties my arms and legs and removes the ginger from my clit. I shiver as my sweat starts to dry but I’m too limp to even crawl under the covers.
My pliant body doesn’t fight when Connor spins me around on the mattress or, when he flips me onto my stomach. But when he commands “Up on your knees, look in the mirror.” I almost protest.
Until I realize he hasn’t come.
My tongue is thick as I try to speak. “I can’t—”
“Trust me.”
I feel as though my bones are full of lead. My muscles have no more strength than a rubber band but somehow, by sheer force of will, I climb into position.
“Spread yourself wide for
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