Page 60 of Harmless
Abruptly, his mouth broke away. “You better stop if you want me to last.”
I gripped his jaw with my free hand while my strokes of his cock squeezed tighter and slowed down, but I definitely didn’t stop. “I stop whenIwant to stop. Your job is to keep all that cum inside your balls until I let you shoot down my throat. Understand?”
He groaned so low that it was almost a growl. “Yes, paloma.” The sound was so sexy, so strained from the effort of holding back.
Another bead of precum released from his tip and I spread it down, taking a few slow, measured pumps of him before pausing my grip at his base. Why not give him a little relief? I didn’t want to make this an entirely torturous experience for him.
I waited until the tension of holding back left his face before swinging a leg over to straddle him, holding his cock in the perfect spot to sit on. Santos hissed in a breath as he watched me, the muscles in his arms bunching as he pulled on the wrist ties. Squeezing him with my thighs as I would a motorcycle, I lowered down slowly but didn’t let him penetrate me yet.
My hips thrust forward and I rubbed my cunt against the underside of his length, letting him feel my wetness and heat without getting inside. His stiff cock felt incredible on my clit, so I let myself grind and rub on him for me and only me.
Poor Santos went crazy. He had no choice but to accept my treatment and not come, and his breaths came in short, ragged pants. His wrists strained at his bonds, his head throwing back on frustrated moans only to lift again so he could watch me.
“God…fuck…please, paloma. You’re so…ahh…”
“Good at dominating you?” I offered, running a hand up his taut stomach until I reached a nipple to pinch.
“Mmm, I was gonna say you’re so mean, but that works too.”
I laughed, lifting up until his blunt head kissed my core. “Too mean?” I watched him carefully, wiping the humor from my face.
“No,” he insisted, giving me a tight but dreamy smile. “You’re perfect.”
“Good.” I positioned him at my entrance and lowered slowly, finally letting him fill me up.
We both moaned as I sank down all the way. I was so slick and beyond ready to receive him. Once fully sheathed, Santos’ erection jumped inside me, the stiff length flexing against my inner walls and hitting a deliciously sensitive spot.
“Fuck…” I pitched forward, my hands on his chest as my hips lifted. The drag of him through me was exquisite, a bliss that bordered on painful. I wanted to savor the sensation but also couldn’t get enough, so each slow lift was followed by a quick thrust down to start it all over again.
“I want to touch you so bad,” Santos groaned, his eyes following the lifting and lowering of my body.
“You are,” I said, giving a playful tweak of his nipple.
“I want to be touching you more,” he clarified. “With my mouth and my hands. I want to smack your ass and suck on those cute little nipples.”
“Do you want to be untied?” I straightened my arms and took him in a more vigorous rhythm, making my ass bounce on his thighs and my tits bounce in his face.
“Mmm…” His teeth sank into his lip, and it was so cute seeing him trying to form a coherent thought while having his cock thoroughly worked. “Kind of,” he decided.
That wasn’t a no, and I couldn’t find any true discomfort in his expression, so I let my bossy domme side answer. “Too fucking bad.”
The ragged moan leaving his mouth was music to my ears. My thighs were starting to ache, so I slowed my ride, leaning down to press flush against him. It would be nice to feel his arms around me, those battle-callused hands gripping my ass, but I loved him at my mercy like this too.
Yeah, I just loved him, period.
Our mouths found each other, the kiss just as passionate and needy as that time we were forcibly separated by the guards back at the canyon. This time, there was no fear of losing each other riding on our backs. This energy with the strength of a monument and fire of a phoenix reborn was purely us.Ourconnection.
The kiss ended with the slowest of separations. My lips skimmed up the bridge of his nose to his forehead as I lifted over him, taking mercy and giving him a taste of what he wanted. What webothwanted, more like.
Santos dragged a slow lick over the swell of my breast before his lips closed over my nipple. He gave it the same sensual attention as kissing my mouth, alternating gentle pulls and nips with his teeth. I continued a slow roll of my hips back and forth over his cock, the added friction of our upper bodies together plus his laving on my nipples was bringing on my orgasm faster.
“Santos…” My forehead came down to his, my hip rolls becoming an aggressive, greedy slamming down and lifting in short, shallow thrusts. The pressure building in my clit made my breath tight and every instinct desperate for release.
“Fuck yes, paloma. You ride me so well,” he praised. “Come for me. Let me feel that gorgeous cunt grip my cock for everything it needs.”
Bless this beautiful, submissive man and his dirty mouth. The orgasm washed over me in waves, taking me under in full-body pulses that gently ebbed away. It was delicious, so fucking good. But my own pleasure wasn’t even at the forefront of my mind.
I slid free of Santos when the pulses faded and rolled off his body as best as my shaky legs could manage. “Come here. Sit at the edge of the bed.”
