Page 88 of Payoff Pitch
I know the end will be worth the long journey. Giving her new experiences and pleasure is so hot.I love opening her eyes to a new world, one she seems to be enjoying.
I hover over her on my hands so as not to disturb the clamps. I know they only add to her enjoyment.
Bringing my tip to her entrance, I tease it for only a few seconds before thrusting all the way in. She yells out, “Ah, Tanner!” I can feel her begin to convulse around me.
One, two, three deep, hard thrusts, and her pussy squeezes me so damn tight. It’s a miracle I don’t come. She screams at the top of her lungs as fluids gush from her body in a way I haven’t seen from her before.
I continue my strokes. Her orgasm hasn’t ended yet. She’s completely out of control. I think if she weren’t tied down, she’d either be hovering above the bed or have fallen to the floor. I’m not sure she’s fully conscious.
She’s writhing and jerking as much as she can within her confines. The orgasm rolls on and on. It’s not until I feel the tremors begin to subside that I push in deep and give in to my own release.
We’re both sweaty and breathless. I’m not sure she knows what planet she’s on. I want to collapse, but I need to carefully remove the nipple clamps first.
I gently remove them, sucking on each nipple as I do so to soothe them. Aftershocks work through her body each time my tongue barely grazes her nipples.
Her eyes are still shut as I untie her. She wraps herself around me like a koala bear and begins to weep.
I hold her and rub her hair. “Shh. It’s over. I’m here. I’ll take care of you, sweet girl.”
She sobs into my chest, her body clinging to mine for dear life.
“Are you hurt?”
She shakes through her continued tears. “It was incredible. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s emotional. That’s okay. Did it feel good for you?”
“It was perfection.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Famished. I feel like that orgasm took everything out of me.”
“Let me feed you.”
I try to stand, but she doesn’t let go, so I stand with her wrapped around me and walk downstairs to the kitchen.
I gently place her ass on the kitchen counter, and she screeches. “Ah, cold.”
“Sorry. Stay put. Let me grab you something.”
She peels herself off me and leans back on her hands, completely exhausted and completely exposed to me.
After quickly removing and disposing of the condom, I open the refrigerator and pull out a bowl of sliced pineapples. We’ve been keeping a steady supply on hand since Bailey started working here. She eats them all the time, and now Harper and I do too.
I stand between her legs, but as soon as I offer her one, she giggles.
“What’s so funny?”
“Do you know why I eat pineapples?”
“Because you like them?”
She smiles. “Because Kam told us it makes your…” she points between her legs, “taste better.”
My face falls. “Are you serious? My whole family is now pineapple addicts because of Kamryn’s crazy?”
She lets out a laugh. “Yep.”