Page 121 of Receiving His Mercy
That stung! But then the pain morphed into pleasure and she found herself pushing her hips up into the air as if begging for more.
“Please touch me. Please! I’m dying here. You don’t want me to suffer, do you?”
“So dramatic,” he told her. “You’re not truly suffering. But I could make you suffer.”
She sniffled. “I thought you weren’t a sadist.”
“Hmm. Perhaps there’s a bit of sadism in me. Or maybe it’s just that I like to get my own way.”
Yeah. She bet it was that.
He moved lower, lying on his stomach between her legs so that his face was level with her pussy.
“Oh, and I didn’t get my treat the other night and now I want it.” He pushed the lips of her pussy apart so he could stare down at her.
Bollocks.
What did he think? What was he going to do? She felt herself growing tense and when he placed his mouth on her pussy, he ran his tongue over her entrance.
A cry escaped her and she grabbed hold of the bedding beneath her, twisting it in her hands.
“T-Travis!”
“Yes, baby?” he asked before he started to flick her clit with his tongue.
“Oh God!” She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Her breathing hitched and she drove her hips up.
And then he pulled away.
That. Bastard.
“Nooo,” she cried. “What are you doing? I need to come.”
“Do you? I would never have guessed.”
“You’re teasing me.” She glared down her body at him.
He started playing with her again, driving her up higher and higher toward that peak with his tongue and fingers, teasing her until she was near tears.
Then he drew away. “Just a small taste of what would happen if you touched yourself without my permission.”
Yikes.
Yeah, she didn’t want to experience that again. And just a small taste? She’d never survive the real thing.
“I want to feel you coming around my cock,” he told her before kneeling and moving over her. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast until you don’t know your name. Then soft and slow until all you can do is cry my name.”
“Bloody hell,” she muttered as he flipped her over, then he dragged her to the edge of the bed so her legs were hanging off the end.
They’d already had a talk about protection. Both of them were clean and she had an implant.
“Up on your knees,” he commanded.
She hastily moved into position. Her ass was up high, her chest flat against the bed as he pushed two fingers deep inside her.
A moan escaped her and she wiggled her ass, wanting more.
