Page 125 of By His Play

“C-count what?” I ask as he twitches his fingers.

“Orgasms.”

My eyes widen as understanding dawns.

“Okay?” he questions when I don’t respond.

I nod eagerly. I’ll do anything if it means he gives me more.

I want everything he can offer me.

If we’ve only got four days to indulge, there won’t be anything I’ll say no to.

We only regret the things we don’t do, as they say.

“Good,” he states as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me.

My hips jump from the bed as pleasure rushes through me and his hand on my throat tightens enough to make my eyes open.

I didn’t even realize they’d closed.

“Eyes on me, Luck. And don’t forget to count.”

He works me hard and fast, curling his fingers just so, and in only a couple of minutes, I cry out as he demands I begin counting.

“One,” I gasp as I come down from my high.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, let’s see how high you can get.”

My body trembles from the strength of my first release, but he barely gives me a second to recuperate before he goes for number two.

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“Fuck,” I grunt, falling back to the bed after untying Effie.

Slipping my arm beneath her back, I pull her into me.

Her entire body trembles, and I can’t help but smile.

She was so fucking awesome.

She stopped counting at eight, but she had a few more. She’s just lost the ability to talk after that.

“Good girl,” I praise, gently rubbing her back as her breathing begins to slow down. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Luck. Could watch you all day.”

Her warm breath tickles over my chest, and despite only just filling her pussy full of cum, my dick jerks.

It can’t get enough.

I’m just hoping that after another three days of this, she’ll be ready to move on so I can keep my promise to her.

But before I get too comfortable, and before she succumbs to her exhaustion, I need to take care of her.

Slipping from beneath her, I pad naked to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean her up with before heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water and one of my expertly made cinnamon buns.

She’s quiet as she accepts both, her eyelids heavy and her muscles relaxed.

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