Page 36 of Master Debater

The cruel laugh that emanated from me managed to surprise even me. “Oh, this is going to be a long process. I made you a promise the other night in the shower, and I plan to keep it.” I skimmed a few fingers over the lacy triangle of her thong, veering closer and closer to the bump of her clit but not quite touching.

She squirmed, but the knot in my tie held firm. She twisted so her cheek was against the bed and I dipped my head and kissed her lips as she gyrated against my hand. She almost managed to wiggle into place against my fingers, but I sat up, withdrawing my hand as I did so.

“Nathan.” It drove me crazy when she called me by my full name, especially during sex, when her voice was edged with raspy desperation.

“Willa.” I cupped her ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them wide for a better look at her, fully exposed, lustrous and swollen with need. I stroked her, spreading her arousal over herself and my fingers. Then I pushed a finger inside her silken, pink pussy. She moaned, louder and louder as I pumped into her a couple of times.

Time to add another finger, all the way to both knuckles. I arched against her side, pushing my erection against her hip bone while savoring the way her walls clasped onto me, doing their best to keep me inside. I twisted my wrist so that my first and second fingers were inside her, and my thumb rested against her asshole. “The thing is, Willa, you’re never going to learn if I do all the work. It’s like that give-a-man or teach-a-man saying about fish. Give a woman an orgasm”—I curled my fingers inward, notching them against that spot that drove her wild—“and you keep her sated for a day. Teach a woman how to own her pleasure, and you’ll receive a lifetime of good sex karma.”

“Please don’t take away your fingers. I’ll beg if that’s what you want—pride’s overrated if it means foregoing sexual pleasure.”

“We’re not quite to the begging portion of the evening.” Keeping my hand in place, I lowered my lips to her ass, dropped a hot, open-mouthed kiss there, and then dug my teeth into her flesh. She bucked her hips, liquid gratification spilling out and coating my hand. “The more you interrupt, the longer you’ll have to wait.”

A squeaked protest spilled from her lips, but she clamped it down as tightly as her cunt gripped my fingers.

“I want you to fuck my fingers. You get to control the speed and angle, and figure out what works best for you.”

“I don’t think I can get there that way.”

“That’s your problem,” I said. “Too much thinking.”

“But how’s that fun for you? I’m also sure you need to get home so you can prepare for Monday morning, and I’ll feel bad if it takes me a long time.”

“That sounds an awful lot like thinking. Don’t worry about me. I get to watch this luscious ass of yours bob up and down. Once you get yourself off…” I readjusted, pushing my rock-hard arousal against her inner thigh. “I’ll give you this big, thick cock as a reward.”

The only downside to this position was I couldn’t see her expression. But she tucked her knees under her, using them so she could gain more leverage, and then she began to bounce up and down. Once again, I curled my fingers slightly to hit that spot she loved, estimating where it’d be from this angle.

Willa’s loud keen confirmed I’d found it. “Yes, yes, yes. God, yes.”

With each bounce and circle of her hips, she found the right depth and rhythm, and I watched in awe as her entire body tensed, the vise grip of her pussy squeezing so tight I might not have circulation in my fingers for days.

A small price to pay to see her so uninhibited as she explored another side of her sexuality. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re close, aren’t you?”

“So close. I’m just not sure… what more… But what if?—?”

I snaked my arm around her waist, tugging her onto my lap, my hand still in place, and kissed her neck, inhaling the scent of her as I dragged my nose up the column and found my way to her lips. My tongue delved inside her mouth, and little tremors began shivering through her body, faster and faster.

“You know what you need to say in order for me to allow you to come.”

She squeezed her thighs together, as though she thought she was strong enough to resist my instructions and hold me in place. But the second I challenged her obstinacy by beginning to withdraw my fingers, she let her head fall back on my shoulder, as much as her restraints allowed. “You’re the master of my body and my orgasms and whatever-else-you-want-to-be. I’m all yours.”

At long last, she’d learned her lesson, and I could hardly wait to be buried inside of her. But first things first… I moved my thumb to her clit, and she cried out my name as she rocketed against my touch and rode out her orgasm for several long, quivering seconds.

As she drifted back down to earth, she sank into my embrace, our skin damp with perspiration, the time we’d spent together tonight intense enough the air hung heavy with it.

Curling her into my body, I carefully leaned forward, undid the knot in the tie, and massaged her hands, recirculating her blood flow and mine at the same time.

Then I rolled on a condom and gave her my cock as promised.

This woman was mine, even if she didn’t know it yet. I planned on wrecking her sexually, until she was ruined for all other men and would come crawling back to me at the end of the day, every time, no matter what else happened.

The Neanderthal thought surprised me, not because I’d had it, but with how right it sounded. But I quickly assured myself that was just the sex talking. Nothing to think too hard about anyway.

Shoving it aside, I focused on our mutual pleasure and gave myself over to it, only dragging my tired ass home after the both of us tumbled over the edge.

Chapter 20

Willa

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