Page 33 of Detention with Daddies

I test my legs, my arms, and take a few breaths. “I’m okay. I can’t promise how long I’ll last this way though.”

His rough, sensual laugh vibrates against my skin. Wright’s arm around my waist squeezes. “I’ve got you. Just let me know if you need a change.”

Wow, that was actually thoughtful. Sweet. As in charge or dominant as he seems, it doesn’t make him inconsiderate.

“Okay.”

I can feel his smile when he parrots, “Okay.”

Wright thrusts again, slowly at first, and then in earnest once again.

The pleasure is high and hot and almost too much. Every stroke pangs against the fall off of my first orgasm, twisting the sensations into something almost painful but not quite.

When Wright’s hand on my waist slides down to my clit, my arms wobble, and he guides me to lean on my forearms instead of my hands. The move drops me lower, curves my back for a different angle, and he returns to strumming the sensitive nub between my legs.

It yanks a shuddering moan from me, which Wright echoes with his own low moan.

But everything is too sensitive, I reach down to still his hand, making him nip at my ear before he retreats. A small admonishment for pushing back at his control, but it’s clear he wants to make me comfortable. Doesn’t want to push me too far.

Yet.

But when his hand curves over my cheeks, then down between them, rubbing against my ass like he wants to test me.

A shiver runs through me. Delight.

“Hmm. You like that, do you?”

My nod is a little frantic.

He strums me like I’m his favorite instrument. “Good. Next time…”

His thumb dips in, putting light pressure against all of those nerves, and we groan together.

“I’m going to play with this little hole.” The small little pops of his thumb have me losing my hold on my muscles.

Wright wraps his arms around me and hauls me over the arm of his small couch, tucked in the corner. “Better?”

“Yeah.” I grab hold of the leather cushion as he returns to his thrusting and teasing, muffling my cry into the edge of it.

“I’m glad the thought of me fucking in your ass makes you so excited.”

My laugh is half garbled as he grows more insistent for his own pleasure.

“I want to take advantage of every part of you.” His thrusts pick up speed and force, and I’m rocking against the soft arm of the couch, my toes barely touching.

“You willing to let me fuck your mouth? Your little asshole? To conquer you completely?” A deep possession laces his voice. I never thought I would like such a thing.

I would—I would let him. And I bet I’d love it.

A hard slap connects with my ass. “Answer me, Olivia.”

“Yes.” A new orgasm is climbing its way through me, reaching out to every part of my being.

His low growl tells me that he can feel it. A slight angle change of his hips has me almost screaming into the couch cushion. I’m so wet, I’m dripping.

A few grunts accompany the hard pumping. “Almost there.”

God, it feels so good that I’m almost sobbing. And when I finally crash, Wright follows shortly after, rocking us together, milking every bit of pleasure from me that he can.

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