Page 120 of Receiving His Mercy
She wanted him inside her. Now.
But more than that, she wanted to bring him to pleasure.
“That’s it. Well done. You’re doing so well. Your mouth is so hot and warm. It feels like fucking heaven. Good. Now, swallow when you take me deep. Fuck yes. Now, lick me. Lick the head. That’s it. Down the shaft. You have this, my precious, beautiful girl.”
Had anyone ever bossed her around like this when she was giving them a blow job? Or given her so much praise?
She didn’t think she would enjoy it quite this much. But her clit was throbbing and she reached down to play with herself.
Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around her hair and drew her head back off his cock. She stared up at him in shock. What was wrong? Had she done something? She’d made certain not to use her teeth. Most men didn’t like that.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” he asked in a deep voice.
Uh-oh.
“But I . . . I need to come. Please.” She added a pout for good measure.
“From now on, all of your orgasms are mine, understand? You don’t get to come without my permission. You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. Move your hand away.”
Was he serious?
She slid her hand away from her pussy. Which was really too bad, because it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
“I can’t touch myself?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.
“No, you can’t. Poor baby. Don’t look so sad. As long as you do as you’re told, you’ll get plenty of orgasms, I promise.”
Yeah . . . but it wasn’t quite the same as being able to make herself come whenever she liked.
“What if you’re away from me for a few days or something and I really need to . . . to come?” she asked.
“Well, I don’t think I’d be going anywhere without you. But if I had to, you’d need to call me and ask me for permission to come.”
Yeah. She couldn’t imagine ever doing that.
“I might get one of those toys that go inside you which I operate with my phone. That way, I’ll still be in charge of your pleasure. Or if I can call you back, you can make yourself come while I watch. I think I’d like that. Watching your little finger work your fat, sensitive clit. Fuck. Yes. I’d like that a lot.”
He rolled them over so she was lying on her back with her legs spread and he was kneeling between them.
Then it was her turn to be kissed all over.
Bugger it all. He was killing her. She’d already been turned on from exploring his amazing body and sucking his delicious cock. And he’d stopped her from doing anything about it.
Caren hated having to wait to come. Most of the time she was patient in everything she did.
Except getting to come.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“Poor baby. All worked up. Too bad you have to wait.”
“I don’t want to wait!”
Smack!
He slapped his hand down on her pussy.
Holy crap balls!
