Page 82 of Sweeter Than Fiction

With one hand, he pries them open. “What did I say, baby? Do I need to cuff your ankles?”

“Sorry,” I mumble, opening up again for him.

“Good girl.”

I focus on the vibrations against my clit and get lost in how good it feels. I can feel the orgasm ramping up inside me. It takes everything in me to sit still so that Don doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

I need to come.

But Don has other plans.

As soon as my chest starts heaving, and I am almost about to fall over the edge, he stops. He pulls the vibrator away, leaving me aching for more.

“Nooooo,” I whine.

“We’ll get there, baby,” he assures me. “But we are going to take our time.”

How long is that going to take? Because right now, all I want is to be screaming out his name while I get off.

He lightly rubs his fingers along my thighs as my body calms. He waits a decent amount of time before turning the toy back on and pressing it to me once again.

This time, I’m already halfway there. It doesn’t take long for me to climb the ladder again, hoping that this time, I will find some sort of release.

But no such luck.

He pulls it away again just as I’m about to come. Without the toy, he reaches up to pinch each of my nipples.

“That’s just mean,” I whimper.

“It’ll be worth it, baby. I promise.”

I lose count of how many times he brings me so close to the edge before bringing me back down again. At this point, a slight breeze along my clit could probably have me seeing stars.

The next time he holds the toy against me, he whispers, “Are you ready, Abby?”

“God, yes!”

“Come for me, beautiful.”

This time, he slides two fingers inside, rubbing my g-spot to couple with the vibrator.

And more importantly, this time, he doesn’t stop. My body teeters right on the edge, worried that he will once again stop. But he keeps going, making my orgasm slam into me.

Unable to control myself, I scream out his name as my body convulses. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come, and I swear I can feel my soul leaving my body.

Now, I get it.

I get why I could hear women screaming Don’s name on the other side of the wall. The man is like a God in the bedroom. He has the ability to push my body to place that I never thought were possible.

Look, my vibrator has given me some good orgasms. Fantastic, even. But never has it made me quite literally scream. Never has it made me writhe around the bed like I’m possessed.

And most importantly, never has it told me that it loves me.

All of those things are all Don.

You’d think it would bother me that I know he’s has a slew of other women in this bed, doing the same type of things to them. But it really doesn’t. He’s doing it to me now, and that’s all I can seem to think about. That’s all that really matters.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I will never get tired of making this sweet pussy come.”

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