Page 19 of Born To Be Bad

He doesn’t make me beg. I smell the warm coconut oil and feel his palm on my hip as he guides his cock to my entrance. Just feeling it there is so good.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes.”

“You’re so swollen,” he says. “So wet. This is going to feel so good.”

I don’t need convincing. Alistair pushes in halfway and I cry out at the intensity of the sensation. His breathing is audible. He goes in further, then starts unhurriedly rolling his hips, slowly fucking me. Every cell in my pelvis seems to be alight. Every languid thrust threatens to push me into bliss yet again.

Alistair keeps up the leisurely pace while he strokes my back and squeezes my ass.

“So good,” I groan.

“I love your pussy,” he says. “Every part of you is so beautiful.”

I arch my back and squeeze his cock with my pelvic floor muscles. “I love it when you’re inside me.”

I can feel his shaft dragging along my swollen G-spot, and I know it’s just a matter of time before I come again. My hands and feet are already fizzing with the imminent orgasm. Alistair increases his pace, and I cry out. I’m so close now. He chuckles, enjoying the brinkmanship. If he goes slightly faster, we both know I’ll come, so he takes his time letting it build.

“Fuuuuck,” I whisper, skating right on the edge.

Alistair moans. I love hearing his pleasure; it turns me on so much. I keep squeezing him, teasing him. He reaches for the magic wand, turns it on, and uses it on my back. Then he puts it in my hand and I use the powerful vibrator on my labia while he’s inside me. I swirl it around my lubed-up pussy and then his balls and perineum, and we’re both panting and moaning until I can’t stand it anymore. I drop the vibrator and push back onto him. I need everything from him right now.

“Now,” I whisper.

So close.

I swallow and find my voice. “Now!”

Alistair growls and grabs my boobs, then pounds into me. His cock feels bigger and girthier than ever as he plunges deep inside, over and over until I think I might die from the vividness of this pleasure. My muscles butterfly around him, warning him that I’m at the very top of the rollercoaster.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he groans.

I love the way my name sounds in his mouth when he’s about to come. My moans rise in pitch and then my third orgasm barrels through, from Alistair’s shaft all the way up inside me. Every part of me buzzing and tingling, my muscles clenching his huge cock which makes me come again as he keeps pounding. I yell, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. One final thrust right up against my cervix makes me cry out as Alistair empties himself into me. I revel in the rawness of the moment, the warmth, the wetness, my splayed pussy, the feeling of his cock jerking inside me.

Alistair removes my blindfold and my restraints, kissing my wrists where they rubbed a little, and then we collapse together, sweaty and spent.

“Good thing I’m on the pill,” I murmur.

Alistair lifts his head, turns, and props up on his elbow so that he can look at me. He chuckles. “Yeah,” he replies. “Definitely would have put a baby in you that time.”

“Don’t joke,” I say, smiling. “One baby is more than enough for now.”

He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses me on the lips. “What would you like to do next time?”

“Jesus,” I reply. “I’m still thinking about this time.”

“Fine,” he says, stretching. “What about this time would you like to change up?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Absolutely nothing. It was perfection. I’ve never had four orgasms in a row.”

“Next time we’ll make it five.”

I feel exhausted just thinking about it. “Let’s get the list out at dinner. We still have loads of things to tick off.”

“I don’t think Mother would approve of that kind of dinner conversation.”

My jaw drops open. “What?” I smack his bare chest. “You didn’t tell me we were having dinner with your mother.”

Alistair grins. “Sorry. The invitation came through as I was making coffee. A beautiful barefoot woman in my kitchen distracted me.”

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