Page 93 of Kneeling to Candy

“No, sweetness. It feels good. I’m loose enough. Try the plug.”

Removing her thumb, Candy replaces it with the plug. It takes a little pressure from the two of us to get it inside of me. Full and extremely stimulated, I’m fisting the sheets again.

“You have no idea how sexy you look, taking a plug,” Candy coos, running her fingers over the nubs of my spine. I shiver at her praise, clenching around the plug. My dick jumps in response.

“Get on all fours,” Candy orders, practically panting watching me.

Locking my wrists and bracing myself on my palms, I position myself in doggy style. My throat clogs when Candy slides in front of me on her hands and knees, backing up to me, her pretty pink cunt in my face. It would take nothing to lean forward, burying my face in her ass.

But I resist. She hasn’t given me permission, and I know better than to react without her consent.

Instead, she shakes her pretty peach, showing me how wet and ready she is, denying me what I’m starving for with this prolonged torture.

Between the rings, plug, and visual of her wet cunt, this is agony—beautiful agony. “This is payback from earlier, isn’t it? Because I acted like an asshole in front of the team and moved you in without permission?”

“Naughty boys deserve to be denied gratification,” she taunts me, waving her ass in my face like a red flag in front of an angry bull.

I moan in defeat, hypnotized by the pornographic view of my goddess.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes.” I nearly whimper, gritting my teeth.

“You won’t interfere with my position on the case or future cases?”

I vigorously shake my head. “No.”

“You’ll be a good biker boy and ask for my input before making big decisions for the two of us?”

My body shakes as I fight my mounting orgasm. “Yes!”

A single word is all she utters. “Eat.”

And I do. I feast on her dripping snatch like it’s my last meal, rubbing her juices all over my face and fucking her with my tongue. Her delicious nectar dripping down my chin spurs me on, eager to bring her to the edge with me.

Candy moans, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth to find her release. “So good,” she mewls.

“So good,” I agree in a murmur against her cunt.

Desperate to make her come, I go into turbo mode, flicking and sucking on her engorged clit.

“Butch!” she cries out in pleasure. “Fuck me. Fuck and fill me.”

Growling like a feral animal, I pull my mouth away from her sopping pussy and line myself up between her legs. She told me to fuck her, and that’s what I intend to do. Fuck her until she screams my name and milks me dry.

Not bothering to wet my dick on her natural lubricant, I line-drive my hips, thrusting into her molten heat. We moan in synchronization, meeting each other pump for aching pump. Her inner walls clutch tight around my cock, rocketing me closer to my orgasm.

“Grab hold of me,” Candy pants between thrusts. “Pound me into the bed and don’t stop. Make it hurt good.”

Gripping her hips with bruising force, I cock my pelvis, plowing upward into her with the same ungodly speed.

My balls tighten to the point of pain, but I know the release will be worth the delay.

Sweat drips down my face and chest, falling onto Candy’s backside. My grip slips, making me fall forward on my palm on either side of her until my chest is flat with Candy’s back.

“God, Butch. Like that. Hold me.”

My arms lock around her slender torso, while my quads continue to slap the back of Candy’s thighs. The room fills with the sounds of our guttural moans, the constant hum of the cock rings, and the smack of skin on wet skin. My nostrils flare, breathing in the potent scent of our lovemaking—an aphrodisiac to my senses.

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