Page 31 of Wild Pitch
She grunted as the bindings held her firmly to the headboard. I set two foil wrappers within reach, showing her where they were and reassuring her that I would be using a condom.
“Spread those gorgeous legs,” I said, and she moved her knees further apart. She was careful to find a spot to avoid her knee. “Is this okay on your knee?”
“Yes, the bed is padded. It’s okay.”
And that’s all I needed to hear as I caught her mouth in a searing kiss. It was warm as she responded to me as forcefully as I took her lips.
I kneeled behind her on the bed, and she tried to turn and watch me, pulling at the bindings.
“Eyes forward, or I’ll blindfold you.”
Her head flipped forward immediately, my hands pulling her flush against me, the head of my cock making contact with her clit, her answering hiss as a reward for my efforts.
My hands reached around her, and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples before rolling them between my fingers. Her back arched, and her breathing came quicker as she tried to work herself against my cock.
“Be still,” I said, pulling my hips back, eliminating the contact between us.
She pulled at the bindings, “Luc, please,” she sighed.
“Who is in control right now?” I demanded.
“You are,” she answered immediately and without hesitation.
I reward her by running my fingers down her torso, teasing her inner thigh before using the pad of my fingers to circle her swollen clit. Her head hung down as she rocked against my hand, and a low moan tore out of her.
As I felt the telltale shake of her legs, I pulled my finger away before she could come.
“Luc!” she gasped, her frustration evident.
“I spoiled you last night, sweet girl. I’ll tell you when you can come, got it?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Yes, what?” I asked. Rolling her nipples once more, eliciting another whimper from her.
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm, that’s my girl.”
I pressed the head of my cock against her clit once again, the slick folds hot against my skin. I caught her glance at the condoms as she stiffened in my arms.
“I promise, no penetration without a condom on. Do you want me to put it on now?”
“It’s okay. You can wait. I trust you.”
I began to stroke her, sliding back and forth until she was again trembling and on the edge. When I pulled back, she whined.
“Please,” she said, her head now resting on the headboard, her entire body a quivering mess.
“Please, what? What do you need?” I asked, sliding one finger inside her. “Is this what you want?”
She groaned painfully.
“Kylie, I’ve only brought you to the edge twice. Are you telling me you’re already this close to breaking?”
I slowly thrust a single digit in and out of her, feeling her tight walls as they attempted to grip me, needing more than what I offered.
“More, please,” her voice shook, raspy.
