Page 144 of Delicious Surrender
Gage quickly fastened her wrists to the top corners of the table and kissed the top of her head. “I hope you feel the same, after I have my wicked way with you.”
“Mmm, how could I not?” She closed her eyes and rested her head.
He uncapped the oil and squirted a copious amount on her back. No way could he drag this out. His original plan was to have her suck his cock while he worked on her back and shoulders, but that was out the window. His balls were blue even though she went down on him before breakfast. Putting the collar and cuffs on her did him in every time.
“It’s time to take the plug out. Lift your hips so I can put the bolster under you.”
She lifted and then begged sweetly, “Please go slow, it’s so big.”
“I will, but you have to relax and bear down.” He kept a steady circular motion on her lower back with one hand and slowly twisted and pulled on the jeweled end of the toy.
As the widest part tugged on her inner muscles, she pleaded with him, “Oh god. Stop, wait, it’s too much, Gage!” Her squirming aided his progress, and she swore as it popped out a second later.
It dropped onto the tile floor with a loud clang, and he climbed onto the table between her legs.
Her skin glistened from her shoulders to her toes. He lay on top of her and used his whole body to slide up and down, kneading her generous curves and coating himself in oil. Using his thighs, he pushed her knees as far apart as they would go.
“Gage, please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer!”
He needed no further encouragement and slid his full length into her pussy in one stroke.
“Christ!” He gasped when she pushed back and squeezed him like he’d taught her, but it was too much. “Stop and don’t move a muscle. I am on the razor’s edge.”
She obeyed and relaxed immediately. “Yes, sir.”
The little grin on her face told him all he needed to know. “So now you choose to behave?” He pulled out slowly and thrust again. “It won’t save you. Your ass is mine tonight.”
She looked back with those puppy dog eyes. “Oh no, please…haven’t you tortured it enough for one day?”
“You know I won’t hurt you.” His voice deepened to that dark Scottish brogue. “And you know what to do if you want me to stop.”
She nodded and dropped her forehead to the sheet. “Yes, I know. Please take me, sir. I am yours.”
He dribbled lubricant at the dimple on her lower back and watched it travel between her cheeks to gather at her vulnerable hole. His cock was throbbing when he pulled out. It was going to take every ounce of his self-control to go slowly. He lay down on her again and dragged his shaft through the oil, then positioned it at her rear entrance. Holding his breath, he pushed forward. Through gritted teeth, he told her to exhale and push back on him. She whimpered, but did as he asked until he slipped in.
“Fucking hell, don’t move. Let me control the pace.” She was so tight, even after five days of progressively bigger toys.He felt like a thoroughbred held at the starting gate, waiting for the gun to release him to a full gallop. With herculean effort, he calmed his mind and pressed forward, one inch at a time, until he was fully seated.
“How do you feel?”
“Impaled. Full. Good.” She wiggled her hips, and he tightened his grip on the table. They were both so slippery, he was in danger of sliding off. “What are you waiting for, Mags?”
“There’s the cheeky brat I know and love. Now, I’ll show you who owns you, body and soul.”
He pulled back, added more oil between them, and sank balls deep. Brynne lifted her hips and spread herself to take him deeper. A buzzing sensation started in the base of his cock, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Sir, please, I want your other cock in my throat when I come.”
With his next thrust, he reached for the gag and put it in her open mouth. He left it loose but held on to the strap behind her neck. His other hand slid beneath her, with his palm resting on her mound and his fingers sinking into her folds.
He struggled to string words together. “You come when I come. Not before.”
She nodded and growled in response to his command.
All semblance of control disintegrated as he slammed in and out of her. She met every thrust with one of her own and ground herself against his hand. With one final push, he buried himself as deep as humanly possible as his orgasm detonated.“Now! Come for me now!”
His fingers plunged into her pussy and his other hand tugged on the strap, pulling the phallus deeper in her mouth. She shattered into a million pieces beneath him, her keening wail one of pure ecstasy.
He lay there for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. Their bodies both twitched with the aftershocks. He didn’t want to move, but knew his weight was bearing down on her, and she needed aftercare.