Page 86 of Relinquish

Neither my begging nor pleading increases his motions. His touch remains barely on this side of my consciousness until I’m ready to shove his head into the toilet and flush. He’s going to pay for this. So bad.

“Are you ready to come?”

“What the fuck do you think?” I glare at him. He unbuckles his jeans and shoves them down his hips. At the same time, he works his thumb over my clit, and his fingers pierce over my G spot. I gasp, and he increases the pressure.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Suck my fingers deeper.” The sound of him working into my sex fills the room, and I fucking fly into a million pieces.

“Fu-u-u-u-u-uck.”

“Such a sweet pussy.” He withdraws his fingers, boosts my hips as high off the mattress as he can, and slices his cock deep into my quivering pussy. Each inch of his shaft stretches and fills me until his balls hit my ass.

“Fucking tight. Just like this.” His fingers dig into my hips, and he fucks me like a machine. My tits jiggle with each lunge of his hips, and my hands ball into fists. Being denied access to him pisses me the fuck off.

I growl deep in my throat while, at the same time, my body tightens and tries to drag him deeper. I need the friction, the lunging, the total claiming of my body. As much as I fight the restraints, the higher I go. His body is hard and tight as it slaps against me. His heavy pants fill the room and cause my brain to spin. He’s eroticism at the ultimate level.

When I don’t think I can take anymore without losing my mind, his fingers twist and tug on my nipples. “Oh, God, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I slam into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Lights flash behind my eyes, and I question if I’ll ever come out on the other side.

“Fuck,” he grunts and spasms against me.

For several seconds, I forget to breathe and bathe in the euphoria. After he removes the restraints, I still lay there, spent, and exhausted. He wraps me into his arms and lays my head on his chest. “I’m tying you up the next time,” I murmur against his chest.

He chuckles. I lean up on my elbow and trail my fingernail over his chest, along with his abdomen, and caress my finger over his dick. “I’m not kidding. Get ready for round two, where I ride the fuck out of you, and you can’t do a damned thing about it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He clasps my face into his hands and stares into my eyes. “I’ll do whatever you ask. If it makes you happy, I’m down for it. Forever.”

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