Page 50 of Objection
“Up,” I urged, helping her to lift to her knees and give me room to slip the condom on quickly.
“Yes, yes, please,” she whispered, positioning herself over me. Her eyes met mine, and she slowly lowered down on my hard length. The way she wrapped around me like hot silk, squeezing me tighter and tighter.
Her head tilted back, her wavy curls falling out of the braid in a gorgeous mess.
“Posey…” I groaned as she began her rhythm, sliding over my cock up and down. She moved in some unknown pattern that I hadn’t felt before. Up and down? Yes. Back and forth, sure. But she was making a pattern with her hips that was like the call of Aphrodite herself. I grit my teeth against the sheer need to cum.
My hands moved to her shoulders, working down her arms and pulling them behind her back. Her wrists crossed and I held them together with one hand. Her head snapped up in surprise.
“Don’t stop riding.” My words were harsh. I didn’t care. Neither did she. She squeezed around me and sighed.
“Does that feel good, little one?” I teased, thrusting my hips in time with her movements, finding that rhythm of slides and bounces and circular motions.
She nodded her head.
“Oh, no, no. Use your words. Tell me how it feels,” I commanded. Her skin was pink tinged from blushing and sheer exertion. She was exquisite.
“It feels incredible,” she responded breathlessly.
“You’re smarter than that, Posey. Use words, give me details.”
“It feels like your cock knows exactly where every sensitive part of my pussy is. Like it’s hitting every spot all at once.” Her hips bucked and lost their rhythm for a moment as she spoke.
“More,” I commanded. “Tell me more of what you’re feeling. Tell me how your body feels.”
“My clit is sensitive,” she whimpered.
“Keep your hands here. Do not move them. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she groaned.
“Good girl.” My hands found her hips, shifting her hips a little and changing the angle. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone and her eyes popped open wide as I swiveled my hips.
“Sir!” she cried out, her head tossing back.
“Eyes on me, beautiful. Tell me.”
“My clit… so swollen… need to cum.” Her words were disjointed as we moved together. She tightening down hard around me.
“Don’t stop. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to cum!” she almost growled. Fuck me, yes.
“No! Not yet. Tell me!”
“I want you to make me forget my own name,” she pleaded.
“Keep going.” I sped up my own thrusting, holding tight to her hips and pleased as hell that she hadn’t moved her wrists once.
“I want to let go. I want to give in, I want to…” she stopped, crying out as I hit that spot within her again. She threw her head back, leaning back and trusting me completely to keep her on top of me where she belonged. God, that kind of faith, that beautiful trust was enough to push me straight to the edge and threaten to push me over.
“More. Tell me more.” I could feel my orgasm, right there on the edge of exploding within her. I gripped her hips tighter.
“Marks.”
“What?” I faltered in my own movements at her words.
“Marks,” she cried out, almost sobbing with the need to release. “I need your marks, Sir.”
