Page 38 of Dirty Puck

“I want you so bad it hurts.”

“I’m gonna make you wait. Just a little.”

He slid the vibrator between my legs, teasing it along my folds but not turning it on. My hips bucked. He smiled.

“Patience, baby.”

Then he flipped the switch.

I gasped. The sensation was instant and electric, low and deep, right against my clit. He moved it in slow, deliberate circles, his free hand gripping my thigh to keep me open, exposed.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Already dripping. You like this, don’t you?

I whimpered, pulling at the tie, trying to get closer, but I couldn’t move. That only made it hotter. My legs started to tremble.

“Reece,please?—”

He pressed the toy harder. “Not yet. You come when I say.”

What? I was seconds away, eyes rolling back, and then he stopped. Just like that.

“Reece!”

He crawled up my body and kissed me breathless while slipping two fingers inside me, curling them just right. “You’re going to come so hard for me you’ll forget your own name,” he whispered against my mouth.

Yes. I wanted that. I wanted that right now.

Reece went back down, turned the vibrator on again, and held it in place while his mouth joined the party—licking, sucking, devouring me like he had all night. I exploded with a cry that echoed off the walls, body jerking against the restraints, completely undone.

Before I could catch my breath, he was above me again, untying the silk, kissing my wrists where the tie had rubbed, then he slid off me.

I’m sorry? Yes, I’d just gotten off but that was the appetizer not the entrée. I lay there confused, waiting on him to pick back up, but he rolled onto his back bending his arms under his head, smirking at me.

If I didn’t get out of there, I feared I’d start crying or something. His cock bulged as proud as anything. He clearly wanted me, so then why wasn’t he making a move?

I stumbled from the bed, given my legs still felt a bit like jelly, leaving him in the room, making my way to the kitchen.

With my head in the refrigerator, searching for a bottle of fizzy water, his hand grabbed my arm and he spun me, bending me slightly over the kitchen counter. My breath fogged against the cool laminate as I heard the clink of his belt, the zipper, the low hiss of his breath when his fingers split my ass crack.

“Wasn’t done.” He rolled his shoulders, stretching his muscles as if getting ready for a workout.

“Y-you stopped,” I stuttered, both the fear and hormones sneaking in again.

“Not stopped. Paused. Giving you a chance to back out.”

“I-I’m not backing out,” I stuttered again.

He snickered, but his snicker turned to a low growl whenhis finger entered my ass. “Spread for me, baby.” His voice turned thick and barely in control. “I need you now.”

“Now,” I whispered. I was soaked and aching and shaking with anticipation, but I did.

A tingling cold hit back there right after I heard a lid pop.

“Giving it a chance to take effect.”

It must’ve been a lube. A numbing lube? My sexploits were so lacking that I really had no idea. At this point I was putting my faith in Reece. The vibrator began to whir. It felt good. Not as good as the real thing, but I liked it. A lot. So much that I shoved my ass back to help me take more of it.

“You ready?” he asked.

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