whimpers only stroked his lust to see how much she could take. Would she disobey and come? Or would she struggle through the building sensations to please him?
The idea of finding out raced through his system like a twelve-year-old scotch, leaving a burning that could only be slaked by burying himself long and hard in her tight little pussy. He captured the other tip between his teeth, then teased it with flicks of his tongue.
“Sir!” A hard tremor shook her as her pelvis arched towards him. “Please!”
He tore his mouth away, his gaze connecting with her desperate one. Her eyes begged for permission to come. “No.” He dug his fingernails into the swell of her hip – hoping the minor flare of pain would pull her back from the edge. But it was too late for that. Evidently, he’d misjudged how close she was, and the sudden sting pushed her over the edge.
“ I…can’t…it’s too much… .” Her fingers dug into his shoulders and a low guttural moan ripped free of her as the orgasm he’d been trying to stall hit her.
“Son of a…” He let the curse die in his throat, then drug her head down, letting her body slip back down his, her legs wrapping around his waist to remain above water. He captured her lips under his while rocking her hips against his to bring her to peak - knowing if he stopped her now, the thwarted release would become painful in a way that Bethany wasn’t experienced enough to handle. As he swallowed her desperate cries of pleasure, he was proud she’d lasted as long as she had with the balls inside her. He’d pushed her hard in an effort to see how far he could before she snapped.
When she finally went limp in his embrace, he moved his hands from her hips to her back and began lightly petting her – waiting for her to come back to herself, while ignoring his throbbing cock. It took several minutes for her ragged breathing to even out, but he didn’t rush her. Her ready acceptance of his demands had earned her a few extra minutes of cuddle time. Not that it will save her ass when we get back to the room.
“Sir?” Her soft inquiry was hesitant.
“Hmmm…” He didn’t stop his wandering hands.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She kept her face pressed against his chest. “I failed you.”
“Not entirely.” He didn’t deny that she’d broken one of his rules, but instead chose to focus on the positive outcome of their scene. “Before your spectacular orgasm, I had no idea how sensitive your nipples are.” He lifted her chin with one finger. “I now know that you can come from nipple play – a dangerous bit of information for a man like me to have.”
She licked the salt water off her lower lip. “Really?”
He nodded. “Hell yeah. I have a pair of vibrating nipple clamps at home that are so tiny you can wear them under your work polo and no one will be the wiser – you could sit at the bar and try to balance the books, and even Tim wouldn’t realize how close you’d be to coming.”
Her cheeks pinked at the idea. “You wouldn’t – this is just...”
He arched a brow at her. “Until the end of our stay. But if you agree to be my submissive, I can promise you it will eventually happen, Bethany.”
She seemed unsettled by his statement, but he thought it was only fair to warn her. “And I plan on doing everything I can to convince you.” He cupped her cheek. “Now let’s go back to the bungalow. Unlike my confused sub, I’m still hard as a rock.” He brushed his nose against hers. “And I want to make love to this delicious little body.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Six
“Oh, my God.” Bethany panted and gripped the spindles of the headboard even harder. Between her thighs on his stomach, Deacon gave a hum of approval as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the top of her mound. His palms rubbed over her inner thighs as his lips strayed lower, until he could dip his tongue in, if he
The idea of finding out raced through his system like a twelve-year-old scotch, leaving a burning that could only be slaked by burying himself long and hard in her tight little pussy. He captured the other tip between his teeth, then teased it with flicks of his tongue.
“Sir!” A hard tremor shook her as her pelvis arched towards him. “Please!”
He tore his mouth away, his gaze connecting with her desperate one. Her eyes begged for permission to come. “No.” He dug his fingernails into the swell of her hip – hoping the minor flare of pain would pull her back from the edge. But it was too late for that. Evidently, he’d misjudged how close she was, and the sudden sting pushed her over the edge.
“ I…can’t…it’s too much… .” Her fingers dug into his shoulders and a low guttural moan ripped free of her as the orgasm he’d been trying to stall hit her.
“Son of a…” He let the curse die in his throat, then drug her head down, letting her body slip back down his, her legs wrapping around his waist to remain above water. He captured her lips under his while rocking her hips against his to bring her to peak - knowing if he stopped her now, the thwarted release would become painful in a way that Bethany wasn’t experienced enough to handle. As he swallowed her desperate cries of pleasure, he was proud she’d lasted as long as she had with the balls inside her. He’d pushed her hard in an effort to see how far he could before she snapped.
When she finally went limp in his embrace, he moved his hands from her hips to her back and began lightly petting her – waiting for her to come back to herself, while ignoring his throbbing cock. It took several minutes for her ragged breathing to even out, but he didn’t rush her. Her ready acceptance of his demands had earned her a few extra minutes of cuddle time. Not that it will save her ass when we get back to the room.
“Sir?” Her soft inquiry was hesitant.
“Hmmm…” He didn’t stop his wandering hands.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She kept her face pressed against his chest. “I failed you.”
“Not entirely.” He didn’t deny that she’d broken one of his rules, but instead chose to focus on the positive outcome of their scene. “Before your spectacular orgasm, I had no idea how sensitive your nipples are.” He lifted her chin with one finger. “I now know that you can come from nipple play – a dangerous bit of information for a man like me to have.”
She licked the salt water off her lower lip. “Really?”
He nodded. “Hell yeah. I have a pair of vibrating nipple clamps at home that are so tiny you can wear them under your work polo and no one will be the wiser – you could sit at the bar and try to balance the books, and even Tim wouldn’t realize how close you’d be to coming.”
Her cheeks pinked at the idea. “You wouldn’t – this is just...”
He arched a brow at her. “Until the end of our stay. But if you agree to be my submissive, I can promise you it will eventually happen, Bethany.”
She seemed unsettled by his statement, but he thought it was only fair to warn her. “And I plan on doing everything I can to convince you.” He cupped her cheek. “Now let’s go back to the bungalow. Unlike my confused sub, I’m still hard as a rock.” He brushed his nose against hers. “And I want to make love to this delicious little body.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Six
“Oh, my God.” Bethany panted and gripped the spindles of the headboard even harder. Between her thighs on his stomach, Deacon gave a hum of approval as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the top of her mound. His palms rubbed over her inner thighs as his lips strayed lower, until he could dip his tongue in, if he
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