Page 62 of Always Knew It Was You

“This is only the beginning,” I tell her. “And you’re going to beg me a lot more than that by the time I’m done.”

And it’s true.

She does beg a lot more times than that.

But the torture never stops.

Time fades to nothing, as I continue the light, teasing touches, the almost kisses, taking her closer and closer to the edge, before patting her on the pussy and watching her entire body jerk and shake. Right as she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, I let her go, holding back for a few minutes until she calms down.

Only to start all over again. Over and over. Driving us both wild. We become sensitive creatures, no longer able to use words. We breathe into each other’s mouths when we kiss, and we communicate only through moans and eye contact.

We lose pieces of ourselves to each other. She becomes my slave bending to my every touch. I become her slave, denying myself for her pleasure.

And then finally, after what feels like hours, I slide my finger into her pussy, and bite my lips as a rush of pure bliss hits me like a drug.

She’s fucking soaked.

I can’t help but explore, thrusting my finger inside, making her cry out and move into my hand. She shakes like she’s on the verge of coming but I pull out and watch her sob and beg. Then I take her lips in a violent kiss as her body arcs and tries to find mine, tortured by her own need.

Yet I deny it. The same way I deny her release.

I do it again and again, back and forth, push and pull. I laugh madly, resisting every voice screaming in my head to just fucking take her already!

Until I rub her clit for the thousandth time and pull back too late. A small mini orgasm ricochets through her body. I groan as I watch her purr and hiss, her eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure so intense it probably feels like pain.

Then I finally give into the urge to kiss her again, fireworks exploding in my mind as I drive my fingers inside her, extending the orgasms, and making her shout loud enough to bring the walls down around us.

“Yes!” she screams. “Oh, Micah, fucking yes! It’s so fucking good!”

The first orgasm doesn’t stop. It bleeds into the second, as I keep thrusting into her pussy. She screams loud enough to wake the dead.

I love it.

I keep her going.

Her essence pools all over my fingers, making a mess of the both of us. It seems to go on forever.

And then, as though her body gives up, she finally slumps in the bed.

The only indication that she hasn’t passed out is that her eyes are still open, unseeing, cloudy with need.

Only then, do I finally take my own pleasure.

Or I take whatever the fuck this is because it no longer even feels like just pleasure anymore. At this point, my cock is red and angry and feels on the verge of a painful explosion. I’ve ignored it for so long, disconnected it from my mind, that plugging back in feels like waves of biting heat rushing through my body. An urgent need to release pulses in my brain. My hands shake when I put my cock to her pussy.

Sweet slicks down my back as I push. Pain and pleasure scorch my mind, my cock growing impossibly harder.

I might die from this, I realize incredulously.This might be how I go.

But I can’t stop. Her limbs shakily wrap around my waist. She bites her lips and moans, words garbled.

“Oh, God.” An animalistic groan escapes from me. I’m not going to last. I barely know how to breathe.

Please, God, let me take this slow. Let me not embarrass myself again.

But the minute I seat all the way in, she gasps, her pussy ripples around me in a silent orgasm. And so I let the madness completely consume my mind.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

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