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“It made me want to lick and suck my own cum off of your cock,” she panted out harshly.
“Fuck me sideways,” I groaned, palming my cock with one hand as I flicked her clit again.
“Just fuck me,” she pled, her eyes begging me to do just that.
“Wish granted, angel,” I conceded, finally giving in to her pleas, and to my aching cock, which was dripping with need for her again. Christ, this woman pushed me past limits I had formerly known when it came to fucking. I could not get enough of her.
I slid the head of my cock against her folds, my knees almost buckling at the feel of her wet heat against my sensitive tip. Her hips arched up, begging me with her body to fuck her.
“Keep those hands where they are, angel,” I reminded her as I slid deep inside her wet cunt. The lewd sound our bodies made as we glided together, joining intimately, was fucking incredible. Her back arched and her head tilted back as I drove in to the hilt in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Her swollen folds enveloped my cock, parting and stretching around me like a vise.
My fingers slipped down, circling her clit.
“Shit! Fuck! I can’t — I need — Fuck!” she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. Her hands fisted above her head as she struggled to hold on to her grip on reality; to hold on to that orgasm that pressed down on her. Her cunt quivered around my length, pushing me further as I drove myself home again and again. I tilted my hips, angling my cock just right until she was making the most incredible, almost guttural sounds. No more whimpers and moans. This was hedonistic. This was wanton and unadulterated, lusty need. It was goddamn heaven.
“I need… I… I…” she panted, grinding her hips down into my groin on each thrust.
“No!” I grunted, pushing myself to hold back just that tiny bit longer. I needed her aching for me. I needed her out of control with desire. I needed that control. Fuck! I neededher.
“Sir!” she cried out, her eyes like glass as tears filled them. That was it. Right there. That precursor to an emotional break. She was so close to it. So close to giving over so completely that she lost all sense and gave herself to me fully. It was fucking heaven to witness. It was absolutely otherworldly to control and be a part of.
“I fucking said wait, my pretty little slut,” I ground out, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw was aching. My hands gripped her hips, flipping her legs back again until her knees pressed into her body, her pussy open for me as I pounded into her faster and faster.
“Just… like…. that…. please!” she begged. Those tears started to spill over as I felt her pussy quiver and tighten around me again, her orgasm so close even I could taste it.
“For my Sir,” she breathed so quietly I could barely hear her. “For my Sir.”
Fuck me! She was chanting to herself. A mantra of sorts as she tried so desperately to obey; to be good. All for me.
That very fact pushed me over the edge.
“Cum for me, Angel,” I groaned as I spilled myself deep inside of her wet cunt, painting her walls with my seed. My hands gripped her tightly enough to bruise, gripping her hips as she came around me like a violent hurricane, thrashing against the table in pure, rapturous bliss.
With a shift of her hips, my fingers found her clit again, flicking the tender bud until she came again, pushing over her the precipice before she had even come down from the last one.
“Again!” I growled, my voice strained as my own orgasm came down slowly. Her cunt milked my cock as I continued thrusting, only barely, as she spilled her own cum against my balls, squirting her messy, delicious orgasm over me like a waterfall.
“Fuck!” I cried out, the feel of her own bliss making me wish men were multi-orgasmic, too. If I could have, I would have spilled myself into her ten times over in every single session we had. That’s how incredible her body was. That’s how incredibleshewas.
“For… Sir. For my… For…” she whispered, her mind nearly gone with her submission and her climax.
Slowly, she came down. I pulled out of her cunt, our combined mess spilling onto the table and floor below us, but I couldn’t have given a fuck less about that. I pulled her into my arms, wrapping her up in the safety that only I could provide. Her Dominant. Her Sir. Her husband.
And she was mine.
CHAPTER14
TALIA
I was floating. I was floating in a space I had never experienced.
We had done scenes together where I had felt that fuzzy feeling that he called subspace. But it wasn’t like this. This was something completely foreign, something new. And I was in heaven. I barely felt as he lifted me from the table and into his arms, carrying me up the stairs and to the shower.
“Can you stand?” he whispered against my temple, pressing soft kisses to my hairline. I nodded my head, words completely unable to be formed at that moment.
Slowly, he lowered me until my feet hit the floor, helping me to stabilize myself against the bathroom sink while he started the shower.
“I’m right here, angel. Right here.” I could see him, but I couldn’t focus on it. I couldn’t focus on anything but this feeling of complete… complete… I didn’t know what to call it. Emotions rose within me like a tidal wave. I was happy and in pure bliss. So why could I feel the wetness of tears as they poured down my face?
