Page 74 of Love Deep
I moan. What is it about Fisher telling me what to do that makes me like it so much? I half want to find out the consequences of disobeying. But more than that, I want to please him, so I resume my position.
He presses his palm against my back, urging me lower, and I do my best to comply. “I can see everything from here,” he says. “Your pussy’s so wet, Juniper. It’s like it’s begging for my cock.”
I whimper, desperate to feel him.
“Is that what it’s doing, Juney? Begging for my cock?”
“Please, Fisher. I need you.Please.”
He groans, victorious. He’s gotten what he wants—my compliance, my need, my desperation.
The tip of him enters me, and I squirm and push back, trying to get him deeper, but he pulls away.
“You don’t decide. Haven’t you learned that yet? I know your body. I know what you need. I will decide.”
“Please, Fisher! I’ll do anything.” I’m so desperate for him it actually hurts. It feels like if I don’t get him inside me soon, a piece of me will break.
But I don’t have to wait too much longer. In one deep thrust, he’s inside me.
I’m breathless, unable to think straight because all I can do is feel.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I nod my head, and he pulls out and slams into me again. I whimper at how good it feels. How right. How I’ve never felt need for a man like I do for Fisher.
His front presses against my back and his hands roam my body as he thrusts in and out. His hands go to my breasts, squeezing, pinching, pressing. His arm around my waist keeps me in place. Keeps me in the perfect position for his relentless cock, driving into me over and over. I can barely catch my breath as he slams into me.
I know I’m going to be sore in the morning. I’m thankful. I’ll be able to feel him despite him not being with me. That’s what I want. A constant reminder of him. It’s what I need.
He anchors his hands on my shoulders and pushes into me, and it’s so deep and so perfect, my orgasm twists awake at the bottom of my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I choke out in panic.
He pulls out and his hands leave my body. “No coming,” he snaps. “Not until I tell you.”
“Fisher!” I cry out at the loss of his body over mine.
“Take a deep breath. You’re not to come.”
I cling to the headboard, desperate to let go and pull him back over me, but he’s told me not to move, so I don’t.
“You think you can take my cock again without coming?” he asks.
I nod my head.
His breath is hot on the back of my neck and my muscles unlock as I feel him close to me again.
His cock nudges at my entrance and slides in again.
Instantly, I’m close to orgasm.
I shake my head. I don’t think I can do this. He feels too good. Too perfect. “Fisher,” I cry out, helpless.
“Breathe,” he says. “Don’t come. Breathe.”
I try and do what he says. I pull in a breath and try to pull back from the edge of my orgasm. It helps a little, but my entire body starts to vibrate, like my climax is threatening to spill over in every cell of my body.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Juniper. And you’re going to keep taking deep breaths and you’re not going to come until I tell you. Okay?”
