Page 98 of Throttle

He playfully rubs small circles, teasing me and then advances one, then two fingers inside me. Slow. Ever so slowly that it’s punishing.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back. “Please. Please, I need more,” I beg.

“Patience, my rose.” His teeth nip my clit, sending a shock of pleasure through me. His tongue teases and I’m seeing stars.

"Yes," I say, barely able to speak, as I caress my own breasts.

He pushes his fingers inside once more, and my inner wall ignites with fire.

I lift my dress, revealing more of my exposed area for him to touch, while his hands explore my wetness.

“You’re soaked. Christ, Tequila. I need to taste you again.”

In a violent manner, he yanks one strap off my shoulder, exposing my breast, and sucks on my nipple.

Teasing. Flicking. Grabbing.

I scream out with unparalleled pleasure.

Moving down, he uses his tongue on me, bringing me to the brink of climax. I'm on the verge of reaching my peak, my body buckling and arching.

“That’s it. That’s it, Throttle. I’m going to come.”

Right when I'm about to explode, he stops.

“No!” I shout in frustrated disappointment.

He kisses me, my essence on his lips. “You’re going to orgasm only on my cock.”

Throttle unbuckles his pants, and I see his hard, impressive penis emerging from underneath his briefs.

“Hurry,” I plead, and he obeys, stalking toward me. “I forgot how big you are.”

He smirks, and I’m unable to resist. I take hold of his length and stroke him.

“Jesus, Tequila.” He grips the counter at the edges, and his forearm muscles flex.

Even though I don’t want to stop, he persists by taking my hand, kissing it, and attempting to undo my dress. With a quick movement, he lifts my ass and tugs my dress loose, yanking the straps and tossing it free.

I’m naked on the cold counter and Throttle is staring at me like I'm the most stunning woman.

As my cheeks blush, I guide his hand to my breast. “Fuck me while you play with me.”

Pulling my hips forward, he moans and then lifts me up by wrapping a muscular arm around my back and throwing me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

My naked ass is in the air as he dives a finger into my pussy and walks us up the stairs. Pleasure escapes me as my back collides with the bed. Not mine, but his and his manly scent everywhere.

“I’m fucking you in my bed.” He looms over me, teasing more with plunging another finger into me before thrusting his thickness inside.

It doesn’t hurt like last time. It's nothing but pure, intense, amazing pleasure. He pauses only to check on me and when I don’t protest, he moves again.

I clutch the sheets while he supports my head with his hand.

“This pussy is mine.”

Thrust.

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