Page 84 of Pretty Little Thing

“Depends on the relationship,” I answer. “I know a woman who has never had sex with her sub. They’ve been together ten years.”

Her eyes widen. “Ten years and no sex?”

“None.”

“At all?Not even... the tip?”

I chuckle, letting my lips graze her forehead. “For some people, it’s not about sex.”

She looks down again. “Is it about sex for you?”

“Yes. When a sub submits to me, I expect every part of her in that trade.”

“Every part?”

“Every part.”

“But does it always have to be...”

“Intense?” I finish.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I smile at the blush on her cheeks. “No.”

Her lips press together. “So...” She shifts up and the sheet falls. “If I were to just...” She mounts me, settling her legs on either side of my waist. “You wouldn’t shove me off or anything?”

I look her up and down her perfectly bruised breasts and milky curves. “Lordy, no.”

She leans in to kiss me. “Good.”

Our lips crush together, softly and slowly, as Nora gently rocks her body on mine. I feel her pussy lips rubbing my dick and it tingles with blood, instantly growing hard for her. I relish in the last few seconds of her breasts touching my chest and her scented hair teasing my nose before she leans up. She reaches between us, quickly aligning herself and I settle in for a damn fine view.

Nora guides my cock inside of her. I watch the changes in her face and that sudden gasp of air as she takes me in just a little deeper. I lay my hands on her waist, but she guides them to her breasts instead. Not gonna argue with that.

She grinds her little hips on me, making me hit her exactly the way she wants inside. I keep watching her face, waiting for the moment when she finds the perfect grind to get herself off. She moans, her voice sharp. I feel the sudden twitch of her pussy and I buck slowly, timing my movements to hers and her breath quickens in reaction. She could easily get herself off without my aid but I’m not about to sit this one out.

I take my right hand off her breasts and lick my fingertips to moisten them first before putting pressure on her clit. Nora reaches down and pushes me to a better spot, one that instantly makes her jaw drop.

“Right there,” she gasps. “Like that.”

I groan as she squeezes my cock from the inside. Nora fucking Payne. She’s like a well-oiled machine, inside and out. My balls tighten just thinking about the type of sub she’ll be once I get her broken in.

I gently pinch her bruised nipple, giving her the slightest tick of pain. To my pleasure, she moans a little louder. Good. Nipple play is some of my favorite play and hers are just too perfect not to clamp.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Oh, god...”

“No,” I say, rubbing her faster. “Don’t say his name. Say mine.”

She laughs. “Don’t stop, Mr. Snow.”

“That’s my girl.”

Her hand falls to my chest as she struggles to keep her balance. Moans fall one after the other and her inner muscles convulse. Her face twists and her body turns. She leans back again and places her hands on my knees, touching me there without hesitation or restraint, just like I told her to.

I release her clit and lay my hands on her sides to keep her from rolling off me. My god, I hope I never get tired of watching this woman come. I don’t see how I ever could...

Nora collapses on my chest, her warm breath rushing out onto my skin. I take hold of her limp body and roll her onto her back. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist, keeping herself wide open to me.

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