Page 72 of Stand Your Ground
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes.”
Livia released my cock, and my body trembled violently at the loss. It was like the edging lesson all over again as she helped me stand, guiding me carefully over to the bed. Every step with the plug had it rubbing against my prostate, and I didn’t know whether to moan and give in, or cry from how hard it was to resist chasing that friction.
“On your back, Rook.”
I did as she said, lying down on the black sheets.
“Play with yourself while I undress for you.”
Instantly, my hand was on my cock, and I shivered with relief at the first pump. Livia smiled as she watched me, her fingers deftly removing all the lace and nylon covering her body. I watched each piece come off and slide to the floor like I was hypnotized. It was so sensual, how the fabric revealed her in a way I’d never witnessed before, how the lace pattern disappeared and left only smooth, inviting skin behind.
The fire set her silhouette in a glow, her hair in long braids tonight that fell over her shoulders and shielded her breasts once she’d uncovered them. When she bent to take her garters off, I couldn’t help it. I moaned and fucked my hand faster.
“I could watch you forever and it wouldn’t be long enough,” I breathed.
Livia paused, her eyes finding mine in the low light. I would have sworn I saw something of a shy dip of her chin, but this was Livia fucking Young we were talking about. As soon as I thought I saw it, the moment was gone, and she climbed onto the bed.
Onto me.
“I’d rather you taste me, instead.”
She straddled my face then, and when I went to grab her hips, she swatted my hand away.
“Touch your cock. Taste my pussy.”
Fuck.
Every dirty command had me closer to the edge, and when she sat her cunt on my mouth, I groaned, tongue darting out to taste her as soon as I could. I followed her lead, licking and sucking while she set the pace.
And when she was ready, when she was panting and moaning, she moved my hand away from my cock and started sliding down my body until she was sitting in my lap.
“Make me come, Carter,” she said, her lids hooded as her eyes fastened to mine. She reached down and grabbed my wetcock, sliding it between her pussy lips and making me arch off the bed in a cry of ecstasy. “Don’t let me down. Show me you can do it. Show me how well you listen.”
Then she pressed up onto her knees, wedged the head of my cock into her pussy, and sank all the way down.
“Fuuuuck.”
The word dragged out of me like a smoker’s rasp, all the air deprived of my lungs by the way it felt to have her take me inside. I felt every slick, tight press of her walls, felt her hug me like a glove, like she was made for me, like we were made forthis.
And when she moaned with me before pressing up and sliding back down again, I had to clamp my hands onto her hips.
“I can’t,” I breathed, shaking my head. Already, my nerves were firing to life. The plug moved inside me every time she lifted and sat again, and the combination of that and the feel ofherwas too fucking much. “I can’t.”
“Youcan,” she assured me, and she covered my hands with her own before lifting and lowering again.
“Liv, it feels too fucking good.”
“I know. I feel it, too.”
She panted the words, which did nothing to help my cresting orgasm.
I was making her feel good.
Nothing made me want to come more than that.
“Focus on me,” she managed, her breaths heavy. “Play with me. Worship me. Don’t think about anything butme. Get. Me. There,” she said, bouncing on me with the words. “And then you can come, too.”
“Fuck,” I cursed again, but this time, I blew out a breath and did everything I could to follow her command.
