Page 21 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

My cunt clenched.

“You’re doing so well,” he went on, “that Ithink you deserve to come again.”

I do!My libido screamed.

Then he said, “Ten minutes, this time,” andI thought my libido might need to reconsider. Five minutes of thatslow, steady torment, that endless orgasm that had wrung all thestrength from my body, had been more than enough. While I’d enjoyedevery second, the intensity had nearly broken me. How would Ilast?

I heard a scraping and realized he wasmoving the chair to settle himself behind me. Then, somethingtouched my clit. It wasn’t a finger.

“My hand is a bit tired,” he explained, anote of playful malice in his voice. “I thought this might bebetter.”

Something butter-soft pressed against mylabia and slipped inside, and whatever was on my clit pushed morefirmly against it. No, around it, cupping me.

A button clicked, and the toy pulsed againstmy clit with a sucking pressure. I made a surprised sound that wassomewhere between gasping and choking.

“We’ll turn this up a bit,” Matt said, and afew more clicks intensified the pulsing rhythm. Another buttonpress started the part of the toy inside me vibrating, a hard thumpon my G-spot. I jumped.

“Hold still. I don’t want you to drop this.The timer is set… Why don’t you count your orgasms this time?” Hepaused. “At least, while you can.”

His hand had done a great job bringing me toa slow, steady climax, but the toy had no such artful skill. Itdidn’t try to tease me or work me up gently, and the combination ofsucking and throbbing was going to make me come a lot sooner, withway more time left on that timer.

“My dragon?” I asked, my voicetrembling.

“Hmm?”

I gritted my teeth as I tried to convince mybody to resist the inevitable. If I came now, I would be sosupersensitive that each following orgasm would be absolutetorture, not the sensual ebb and flow that I had experiencedbefore. “How much time is left?”

“Nine minutes and fifteen seconds.”

“Oh…oh…” I tried to finish my sentence. Thetoy was too efficient at its job. Forty-five seconds was all ittook, and I came hard, twisting to get away from the relentlesssensation.

“You’re supposed to count, princess,” hereminded me. “You don’t want to have to start over, do you?”

“It’s too much!” I humped my hips againstthe leather beneath me in an effort to dislodge the toy, but he puthis palm firmly over my vulva, holding it there.

“It isn’t too much. I know you can take it.You can take anything I give you.” His lips brushed over myass.

“It’s…fuck!” I swore, coming again, my clitscreaming for relief from the stimulation.

Matt clucked his tongue. “You’re notcounting. I suppose I’ll have to add another minute—”

“Two! Two, my dragon!” The muscles in mythighs shook uncontrollably.

“Very good.”

But he didn’t move his hand away. With theother, he adjusted and tightened the strap around my hips, pinningme down tighter. I couldn’t move at all, no matter how I tried tokick and twist. All my fighting made the third orgasm morepowerful. While I managed to choke out the number, I didn’t think Iwould last the entire ten minutes.

I tried to do mental math in the short timebetween climaxes. The first had taken forty-five seconds. Roundedup to a minute, that would be ten orgasms. Could I handle ten? Thiswasn’t the same as before, with one gently blending into another.These were distinct, violent. And they got more intense every time.I might actually die.

But whenever a doubt entered my mind, Mattwould say something like, “You’re doing so good, princess,” and Iwouldn’t endure the next climax. I would ache for it. Want itdesperately, with all my soul.

When I got it, that was another story.

One per minute…that’s ten…but forty-fiveis…I never got far in my private story problem. Another brutalclimax would take me over, and I would lose my train of thought.Maybe two a minute…that’s twenty…I’m at seven…but…but…

“Eight!” I screamed, a burst of wet bathingmy thighs.

“Oh, look at that,” he marveled. “I’m goingto make you taste that, princess.”

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