It’s when I’m lost to pleasure that I’m overpowered easily. She lifts up on her knees, away from my pulsating cock, and just when I was getting ready to explode.
Instantly, I’m overcome with frustration I’ve never felt in my life.
“I swear to fucking
God, Adeline, if you don’t sit back down right fucking now
-” She slaps her hand over my mouth, and she might as well have stuck a lightning rod up my ass-I’m so goddamn shocked.
“Shh, baby,” she whispers, a slight grin curling her lips.
Fuck. Her.
She wins.
And she already knows this, moving to wrap her hand around the base of my dick and point it upward. All words die on my tongue, completely forgotten as she gently lowers herself until the tip is breaching her entrance.
Her voice shakes as she says, “I’m in control, Zade. Not you. Me.”
She drops her hand, her eyes pinned to me, a raging fire so hot, they look like liquid pools of whiskey.
My fucking favorite.
I clench my teeth, the fragile bones in my gums threatening to crumble as she lowers herself further until her tight heat consumes the tip of my cock. The side of my fist cracks into the tub, nearly unhinged from how incredible she feels.
“Fuck,
Addie-“
Leaning forward, she plants both hands low on my hips, pressing down firmly. Her arms push her breasts together, and if I weren’t so close to erupting, I’d have them between my teeth.
“Don’t move,” she sighs, breathless and raspy with desire.
I can feel the flames shooting from my eyes as I glare at her. I’m hardened steel and could shatter diamonds across my dick, but my control has always been nonexistent with her.
This is the worst torture a man can endure, yet I will gladly suffer through it if it means getting even an inch of her wrapped around me.
“Don’t let that control slip from your fingers because if it does, I will be responsible for every one of my actions. I’ll fuck you so deeply, you’ll be crying for me to stop, and I won’t, Adeline. You’ll have to fucking kill me before that happens, and I will die without a shred of remorse.”
They always say eyes are windows to the soul, and fuck if it isn’t true because I can see the fear invading her body. Yet she still gets off on it just as much as she used to when I was only a shadow in the night.
Her pussy clenches, and I feel her arousal leaking down my length, drawing out a deep, guttural growl from my chest.
Hot water pools mid-level to my thighs, sloshing when she readjusts to balance herself better.
I hiss when she circles her hips, her nails biting into my sides.
“Harder,” I bark. I need the pain to ground me. I need it to keep me sane. If I feel nothing else but her, I’ll lose it completely. “Dig your nails harder.”
She listens, and I shudder from the sharp pin pricks. It’s just enough to keep me from spilling inside her.
Ever so slightly, she bounces her ass, her movements scarce and hardly allowing her pussy to swallow more than an inch of me. Yet it sends my eyes rolling.
One of her hands moves to wrap around the base of my cock, but I stop her. If she touches me, I’m done for.
I circle my finger and thumb around the base to stabilize it, and then use my other hand to rub her clit in tight circles. She’s not taking nearly enough of me to get off on. Even then, she needs stimulation most of the time.
A long, uneven moan fans across my chest.
“Fuck, I need to feel this pussy. I need to feel it wrapped around all of me. Every part of you is mine, little mouse, and you will never feel whole again without me inside you.”
“This is… this is as far as I can go right now, Zade. I can’t do more,” she says, nearly pleading for me to understand.
“Take as much as you can handle, baby. Give me all your pain.”
With her hand back on my hip alongside the other, she digs her nails in again. I groan through gritted teeth, bliss clouding my vision. There’s still so much of me left, but I won’t force her to take more.
“You’re doing so good, baby. And you look so fucking pretty. I can’t wait to see how you’ll look when you take all of me.”
Her teeth chatter again, a moan slipping free.
“So fucking proud of you,” I mutter, intoxicated by the sight of her sweet pussy suspended above me, even when she’s allowing so little of me inside her.
“Zade,” she pleads, voice hoarse.
“I’ve missed watching you soak my cock,” I rasp, biting my lip to hold back another moan. She shudders from my words, rivulets of her arousal trailing down to my fingers wrapped around my dick. I circle her clit faster, eliciting a bone-rattling shiver from her.
“I’ve missed how tightly your pussy clenches around me. How you mold so easily around me.”
She nods her head, lost to the pleasure as I am. Her eyes drift shut while her rhythm becomes choppy, shifting her focus to grinding against my hand.
“It’s not enough, is it?” I breathe, watching her brows pinch. She bites her lip, and even with her eyes shut, I know she’s struggling with herself. Fighting the instinct to seat herself completely down.
She wants to. Fuck, I can see how much she wants to. Still, she resists.
“You need more of me, but you won’t let yourself have it. So, you’ll have to settle for my cum filling you up instead.”
Her mouth parts, a husky moan rolling off her tongue and down my spine. I can feel her right on the edge, desperate to throw herself off.
“You have five seconds, Adeline, or I will fuck you anyway.”
That spark of fear is enough to send her diving off the cliff. She breaks, her thighs shuddering and eyes squeezing shut. A hoarse shout echoes throughout the bathroom, but I couldn’t say who it belongs to.
I quickly follow her over the edge, lightning shooting down my spine and robbing me of all sense. She clamps around me so tightly, it nearly hinders the ropes of cum overflowing from my dick.
If this is what heaven feels like, I’m only sorry I’ve done nothing to deserve it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.