Page 47 of Under Pressure

With no effort at all, he had her shirt and bra off, leaning her back down to rip away her jeans and panties. He gave no fucks, shredding lace in the process. Once she was stripped, he looked down in pleasure at his prize sitting before him on the edge of the bed—gorgeous and breathtaking. The way her hourglass figure curved out just right at her hip was something he needed to sink his teeth into—and he planned on it.

As she drew her hands up and down his cock, teasing him to no end, he watched her bouncing tits press together. That was the type of shit that would make him lose control. Not able to take it anymore, he drew his cock upward toward her lips, and she sucked in his throbbing cockhead enthusiastically, like he knew she would. She caressed and teased his shaft, threatening to make him come then and there, but he kept it together. He didn’t want to disappoint her on their last night together.

It seemed they had different playbooks, because as he tried to pull away, she drew his cock deeper into her mouth, taking it to the back of her throat. His thick, engorged manhood was at its maximum size, choking her as she was determined to make him come, determined to win. He realized it was turning into a power game, a symbol of their whole dynamic.

She wanted him to come in her mouth.

And, damn, he wanted to.

But he was always in charge—and he always had to win.

Pulling out of her mouth, as hard as it was, he stared at the beauty before him. She was too fucking perfect.

“Turn around,” he ordered, cold.

“No,” she refuted, grabbing at his cock again.

He pulled even farther away, determined as hell.

“Come back,” she pleaded, watching him reach into his side table.

And so he did—but with a rope in hand. She bit her lip—a sexy move that always sent him over the edge. He held on to his throbbing, aching cock, needing release from her. She sat in front of him, leaning in to take his manhood in her mouth again.

“I told you to turn around,” he growled low and commanding as he leaned down, kissing her lips.

She stirred under his touch as he ran his finger up her wet pussy. She was fucking ready.

“Face down, ass up.” In one motion, he tossed her onto the mattress. “You know the drill.”

Just as quick, even though she was fighting him, he tied her hands behind her back, maybe a little too tightly, but he didn’t want her to forget. Leaning over the bed, he had her feet touch the ground—and her ass met his pulsing cock.

“I’ll make you trust me.” He opened her legs with his hands, feeling the wet entrance to her pussy.

She moaned as he touched her, beyond aroused. Good, he thought—it was mutual. Pressing his cockhead against her throbbing opening, all he wanted to do was thrust up fast and hard and fuck the shit out of her. But he had to be patient. He had to wait.

“Start by making me not hate you,” she implored, pressing her ass backward into him.

He felt a wicked smile spread as he held her hips still, teasing her opening with his cock. She was going to regret breaking in.

“You don’t really hate me,” he said, pushing his cock one inch into her.

Her writhing body told him she was in agony, needing his full length. Her moans confirmed it.

Sadistic, he held firm, continuing, “Tell me the truth.”

Keeping his movement stilled, he let his thickened member fill her entry, toying with her. Panting, she seemingly needed release as much as he did.

“Say it, Kendra.” He let his cock slip one more inch inside her—the perfect tease.

Finally, she cried out in torment, “I don’t hate you. Quite the opposite.”

Chapter Seventeen

“God!” Kendra prayed as she took the entire length of Delta’s rock-hard cock inside her pussy.

It was too good to be right.

Her confession had unlocked his full appetite for her. He clutched her waist with one hand and her hips with the other, as he pumped his cock harder and harder into her. He rocked her like he was splitting her in half, and his cock was big enough to make her feel that way. He drove her toward orgasm in such a familiar way, pressure mounting within moments of him thrusting into her.

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