Page 136 of Deadly Sweet

I tsk. “See, that's not a very nice way to ask.” I get to my feet and step away.

“I’m sorry,” he rushes out. “So fucking sorry. Please, baby, please, let me cum.”

“I don’t think so.” I grin. “Not yet.”

He lets out a pained sound, his head dropping back, and I can’t help but giggle.

“You're killing me,” he groans.

“You're just an impatient, needy little cum slut,” I purr. “You want to cum? You need to work for it. Only when I let you, can you cum. Do you understand me?”

He swallows hard before nodding. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I cock my head to the side.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he breathes out.

Oh, I like that.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” I ask him as I straddle his lap again, this time hovering over his cock.

“Yes.” He nods, his eyes filled with something I’m not used to. Adoration. It takes everything in me not to break this scene we’re playing out. But I hold it together. “The best boy. I’ll be so good. So fucking good, I swear.”

“That's what I wanna hear,” I praise, gripping him with the hand that isn’t holding the blade and angle his cock up to press against my entrance, letting it slip inside just enough to hold him there, before I put my hand on his shoulder. “Now, you're going to sit here and let me use you. Let me take what I want. And you're going to love it.”

“Savannah!” he cries out as I sink down on his cock in one go.

My hand digs into his shoulder as I moan shamelessly. The stretch of his cock is so damn good. He’s big, long, and thick. “That's it,” I pant out. “Take me. Let my pussy swallow that fat cock.”

“Oh god,” he moans.

“No god here, Baby Boy.” I laugh, trying so damn hard to hold it together. “You feel that, baby? You feel how fucking wet I am for you?” I ask, as I start to ride him slowly. There’s a wet sound every time I shove myself down on his cock.

“Yes,” he moans. “So good, so fucking good.”

I deserve a fucking cookie for being able to last this long before losing control, but I continue to slowly ride him, driving both of us fucking mad.

He feels so good, too fucking good. As much as I want to be on my back as he pounds into me and calls me a good girl, I’m really enjoying being the one in control.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him. He whimpers and starts kissing me back eagerly. We’re all tongues and teeth, yet it’s slow and sensual.

I’m edging this man so much that even I’m paying for it.

Pulling back from the kiss, I pant against his lips. “I don’t think biting you will be enough to remind you that you’re mine.”

“Yes, it will,” he promises. “You’re mine, Savvy. I could never forget that.”

Coming to a stop, I sit on him, his cock buried inside me, his knot pressing against my entrance, and it takes everything inside not to bear down until it pops inside me.

“No.” I shake my head as I bring the blade to the button of his shirt. “I don’t think so. I think you need more.” One by one, I use the tip of the blade to cut the buttons free until his shirt falls open. I moan at the sight of his muscular chest.

Unable to help myself, I run my hands over his body, loving the way his muscles ripple under my touch.

“Mhhmm,” I hum as I skim my fingertips over his left peck. “Right here will do.”

“W-what will do?” he looks at me with arousal and a bit of fear.

“Do you trust me, Caleb?” His answer means a lot. If he can trust me after I pretty much kidnapped him and tied him to a chair, ready to kill him, then I think I’d do just about anything for this man.

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