Page 65 of Bastard

“And I want your sweet little hands on my dick.”

She shuddered at my words, just like she always did. “All right then.”

“If it’s too much you can lay back.” Watching was fun, but intense.

And it turns out I kind of enjoy having her draped over me. For a few minutes she was my toy to play with, giving herself to me while she waited for my cock. It was a game that she loved, even when she begged for something else.

I watched it all in the mirror. My raging erection throbbing, her wet pussy ready and waiting, my hands pulling on her nipples while she moaned against my neck. “That’s right babe. Suck on me all you need to keep quiet.”

She moaned against my skin. Pretty good bet she gave me a hickey. Badge of honor really.

More guests wandered down the hall. Where’s Samantha? I could have sworn she’s here tonight.

She’s right here, begging to ride my cock instead of talking to all you rich assholes. My pride swelled at the silly but important distinction.

But also reminded me we shouldn’t take too long.

“Gorgeous? You ready for your reward?”

“Mmmm.” She was sex drunk, my favorite state of Sam. I wrapped my hands around her ribcage and lifted her up while tilting my hips until my erection aligned with her pussy. Then slowly lowered her down, spearing her on my cock. Her fingers dug into my thighs as she silently screamed, mouth open, eyes wild in the mirror as we watched our bodies become one.

When I was deep enough I released her and began massaging her clit again. Down her wishbone to my cock and back again. With each pass she sank further down. Her arousal coated me and I grabbed it with my fingers, lubricating the last inch of my dick, grabbed her hips, and thrust home.

I saw black for a moment, then nothing but euphoria as her channel locked me in a vice grip. And since I couldn’t move, it was as good a time as any to lick my fingers and get back to playing with her nipples until she lost her mind.

“Pinch them!”

I pinched.

“Tug. Harder!”

I tugged them out long and held them while she panted into the silence of the closet, her pussy clenching around my dick.

“Will…will you do it again?”

“What, gorgeous?”

She licked her lips, her eyes black with desire. “Spank my clit like you did that time?”

I released one nipple and slid my palm down her stomach to her clit, pressing into it with my fingers wide. “Like this?”

“Yes, please.”

I gave her one very light smack. Her clit was so swollen even a light impact would be incredible.

She jerked back, but also moaned. So I did it again. And again and again. She began to ride me, which was what I wanted anyway, so I kept it up. Tugging on her nipple and spanking her clit until she came. I shoved my finger in her mouth, which she sucked on hard, doing everything to keep from making a noise. I also switched from spanking to pinching her lips up around her swollen clit, making her orgasm roll on, her hips jerking as she kept coming. When it leveled off into something she could handle I grabbed her around the hips and pumped her up and down on my cock.

She helped, leaning forward on my knees for leverage, following my rhythm. Up and then slamming down onto my erection. Each impact made me see stars and sent lighting up my spine. My orgasm began to gather, close but not quite ready to explode. She pushed up and I yanked her down harder, my cock spearing her deeper and deeper. At least it felt that way. Her orgasm kept her channel tight, so I didn’t dare let go of her clit.

It was never enough. I could never get deep enough to make us into one. And maybe that was what I was always searching for: some way to finally lock us together so no one could ever take us apart again.

For now, coming together would have to be enough.

I yanked her down again, but this time I held her down, my cock buried deep, and came hard. The kick and my fingers squeezing her clit triggered her final wave, milking my orgasm on. Every time I thought I was done, that I couldn’t possibly come anymore, her little flutters would milk a fresh round out of my dick.

28

I sat across from Dombrowski in the Stroman Tower security offices. Now that things had calmed down we felt comfortable integrating Sam into his security team.

---