out a groan and he pulled her mouth from him. “Shaye?”
His voice was rough, panting. “I won't come tonight. This is not for me. That's not why I'm here.”
“Did I . . . you didn't like it?”
He groaned. “Jesus, Devin. If I liked it any more I'd fucking explode all over your face. I almost did. But I have to keep some control tonight. I owe you that.”
“You don't owe me anything.”
He reached down and pulled her back into his lap. “Devin, control is a big part of being a dominant. I love that you want to do this for me, but I cannot come while I'm in this role, while your well-being is in my hands. It's irresponsible.” “But isn't that torture for you?” He laughed, a raw sound. “Hell yes. But that's how it has to be.”
“It's the reason why you won't sleep with me?”
“Yes.”
“Will you stay here with me tonight, anyway?”
“Only if you promise to keep your hands off me. I don't think I can hold back any longer. Even I have my limits. Come on, I'll tuck you in.”
She started to get up, but he gripped her more tightly in his arms and stood, then carried her to the bedroom. There he set her on the bed, helped her pull back the covers and get in. He stripped his jeans off and in the dim reflection of moon and stars coming through the parted curtains of her window, she saw that he was half hard still. Her sex clenched, wanting him, needing him. But she understood the rules, and she would stick to them rather than risk him leaving her.
He climbed in beside her, his body hard and hot as he rolled her onto her side and curled around behind her. The rigid shaft of his cock pressed against her back. She tried to relax, but the object of her desire was all too close. Despite her exhaustion, her body heated again, her sex burning with need.
“Shaye?”
“Is this what you need again, Devin?”
He slipped a hand around the front of her body and right into the vee between her thighs. “Yes!”
“You're so goddamn wet. Jesus.”
He moved his hand and rolled away from her. She moaned in frustration. “I'll tell you, Devin, this is killing me, not to fuck you. Not to shove my cock deep into you. Come here.”
He rolled her over onto her stomach, pulled her up onto her knees, so that her ass was in the air.
“Move your legs apart. I want to see your pussy. Yeah, just like that.”
He leaned in and she felt his warm breath on her before he shoved his tongue inside her. A bolt of pure pleasure shot through her. But the groan she heard was his. He moved away, then his hand came down on her ass in a hard, stinging slap. She gasped in surprise, then moved into his hand, into the pain. She didn't want to think about why, didn't care right now. “I'm going to spank the hell out of you. I need to.” She whimpered, spread her thighs a little wider.
“Oh, you are perfect,” he murmured.
He smacked her again, a hard and fast volley of slaps that made her
skin tingle and hurt. Her sex was absolutely dripping. Harder and
harder he spanked her, until she could barely take it, could barely
breathe. Just when the pain became too much to bear, he slipped his
hand between her thighs and went to work on her clit, pinching and tugging with his fingers.
He was working her so hard, her clit, her ass, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. She was a being of pure sensation, all of it blending together, pain and desire. When she came this time it was like breaking shards of glass—that sharp, that shattering. Pleasure ripped through her body at a thousand miles an hour. She came so hard she couldn't even scream.
When it was over, she collapsed onto her stomach. She was shivering all over. After a few moments she became aware of the ragged cadence of his breathing, of the heat of his big body near hers. “Fuck, Devin. You really are going to be the end of me.” Maybe she should be worried, she thought, but she felt a deep sense of pleasure at his words, at knowing she affected him with the same impact he did her.
After one
His voice was rough, panting. “I won't come tonight. This is not for me. That's not why I'm here.”
“Did I . . . you didn't like it?”
He groaned. “Jesus, Devin. If I liked it any more I'd fucking explode all over your face. I almost did. But I have to keep some control tonight. I owe you that.”
“You don't owe me anything.”
He reached down and pulled her back into his lap. “Devin, control is a big part of being a dominant. I love that you want to do this for me, but I cannot come while I'm in this role, while your well-being is in my hands. It's irresponsible.” “But isn't that torture for you?” He laughed, a raw sound. “Hell yes. But that's how it has to be.”
“It's the reason why you won't sleep with me?”
“Yes.”
“Will you stay here with me tonight, anyway?”
“Only if you promise to keep your hands off me. I don't think I can hold back any longer. Even I have my limits. Come on, I'll tuck you in.”
She started to get up, but he gripped her more tightly in his arms and stood, then carried her to the bedroom. There he set her on the bed, helped her pull back the covers and get in. He stripped his jeans off and in the dim reflection of moon and stars coming through the parted curtains of her window, she saw that he was half hard still. Her sex clenched, wanting him, needing him. But she understood the rules, and she would stick to them rather than risk him leaving her.
He climbed in beside her, his body hard and hot as he rolled her onto her side and curled around behind her. The rigid shaft of his cock pressed against her back. She tried to relax, but the object of her desire was all too close. Despite her exhaustion, her body heated again, her sex burning with need.
“Shaye?”
“Is this what you need again, Devin?”
He slipped a hand around the front of her body and right into the vee between her thighs. “Yes!”
“You're so goddamn wet. Jesus.”
He moved his hand and rolled away from her. She moaned in frustration. “I'll tell you, Devin, this is killing me, not to fuck you. Not to shove my cock deep into you. Come here.”
He rolled her over onto her stomach, pulled her up onto her knees, so that her ass was in the air.
“Move your legs apart. I want to see your pussy. Yeah, just like that.”
He leaned in and she felt his warm breath on her before he shoved his tongue inside her. A bolt of pure pleasure shot through her. But the groan she heard was his. He moved away, then his hand came down on her ass in a hard, stinging slap. She gasped in surprise, then moved into his hand, into the pain. She didn't want to think about why, didn't care right now. “I'm going to spank the hell out of you. I need to.” She whimpered, spread her thighs a little wider.
“Oh, you are perfect,” he murmured.
He smacked her again, a hard and fast volley of slaps that made her
skin tingle and hurt. Her sex was absolutely dripping. Harder and
harder he spanked her, until she could barely take it, could barely
breathe. Just when the pain became too much to bear, he slipped his
hand between her thighs and went to work on her clit, pinching and tugging with his fingers.
He was working her so hard, her clit, her ass, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. She was a being of pure sensation, all of it blending together, pain and desire. When she came this time it was like breaking shards of glass—that sharp, that shattering. Pleasure ripped through her body at a thousand miles an hour. She came so hard she couldn't even scream.
When it was over, she collapsed onto her stomach. She was shivering all over. After a few moments she became aware of the ragged cadence of his breathing, of the heat of his big body near hers. “Fuck, Devin. You really are going to be the end of me.” Maybe she should be worried, she thought, but she felt a deep sense of pleasure at his words, at knowing she affected him with the same impact he did her.
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