Page 32 of Wild Pitch
And when she tried to rock against my hand, I stilled. “Move again, and I’ll stop, Kylie. Not only will I not let you come this morning, but I won’t let you touch yourself until I see you again.”
Her arms started to shake as she forced herself to be still, her sharp cry piercing through me as I withdrew my finger, reaching for one of the foil packets, tearing it open, and rolling it over my cock.
As I notched myself at her entrance, I asked her again, “What do you want?”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
As she finished her request, I drove home, burying myself deep inside her. Her back arched as she adjusted to me, fuck she was tight.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned in response.
“Kylie, use your words. Unless you’re gagged or your mouth is full of my cock, I need you to answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
And then I began to move, holding her hips still as I controlled the pace, working her right up to the edge once more before pulling out almost completely.
“When are you allowed to come?” I asked.
“When you tell me, I can,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Such a good girl,” I said, slamming into her. This time, I kept going until I felt her pulsing around me, her orgasm causing her entire body to go rigid.
I followed right behind her, pulling out and discarding the condom before sliding under her hips and pulling her centerto my mouth. Her eyes went wide when my mouth closed over her sensitive clit. Her body jerked, overstimulated, and far too sensitive for the continued assault of my mouth.
Her thighs squeezed my face as she came again, a constant train of unintelligible pleas. “Please, Luc, Oh my God. Enough,” she cried, tossing back her head once more as she came again and tried to back her hips away from my mouth and tongue.
I stilled my mouth and tongue, eyes searching for hers. Her golden eyes were wide as she stared down at me.
“Who decides when you come, baby?”
“You do.”
“That’s right. Right now, give me one more, and you can ride my face. Okay?”
Fuck me, she did. As she rode my face, my cock thickened once again. I fisted myself, jerking off to her taste, her sweet musk, and her unabashed lust as she worked to find her release.
I came hard just before she went over the edge. And when she pulled back this time, I let her. When I slid out from under her, I immediately released her bound hands, pulling her into my arms. Her body started trembling as the adrenaline from our play wore off. I held her until she stopped shaking, kissing her forehead and brushing her hair out of her face.
“Come on, baby. Let’s clean up,” I said and scooped her up, carrying her into the shower.
“I can’t believe you just picked me up and tossed me around. I’m not even a little girl,” she said as I set her on her feet.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
CHAPTER 17
KYLIE
“You’re fucking perfect.”
And God, I believed him. I was desperate to hear him lavish me with praise.
He turned the shower on, three shower heads spraying instant hot water. I stepped in, warming my chilled body. Luc pulled me up against him. I burrowed my face into his chest as he reached behind me for a loofah sponge.
I watched as he lathered me up and then turned my body so I could rinse. He inspected my wrists, which had faint marks from where the ties had been.
