Page 121 of Oathbreaker

My good girl. My love.

I pull both of her legs up, butterflying them so that she’s spread wide. Then I tease her lips and clit, sliding the head of my cock against her core.

“H, please. Fuck me, please,” she pants out.

“Patience, love,” I say.

“Ugh,” she says, collapsing her chest and head down on the sofa cushions.

Slowly, torturing the fuck out of myself, I push into her. The slow in and out—stroking until I’m balls-deep and pulling back until I’m almost out of her—nearly drives me insane.

She clutches the cushions, trying to push back harder and faster against me.

She can’t with the position of her legs.

Right when she’s ramping up again, rocking and rubbing against the cushions to get more pressure on her clit, I pull out all the way.

“Hunter, motherfucker!” she yells, and I laugh. “I should leave you with blue balls for your whole trip,” she grinds out.

“Baby, patience,” I say, amused. “I promise, you’re gonna come. You’re gonna come so hard. Relax.” I rub my hand over her lower back, massaging the tension there.

She slowly relaxes, melting into my touch.

I pull out the gift I snagged during my search from my pocket. When she hears the click of the bottle opening, she looks over her shoulder.

“What is that?” she asks.

“Grapeseed oil,” I say, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning as I stroke it over my cock.

“Uh, H,” she says. “And why do you need grapeseed oil?” She bites her lip, but damn if she doesn’t rock against the sofa more.

We’ve played a lot over the last several weeks, and she loves the butt plug I got her before we went to Misha’s. I lean over her back, kissing her shoulder.

“Because I’m going to fill you all the way up.”

She shivers.

“Flip back over, baby,” I say, stroking my cock. When she’s on her back, heels pressed to the edge of the sofa, I take a healthy glug of grapeseed oil and drizzle it over her clit. It’s gonna be a mess, but I don’t give a fuck about what the housekeepers will see. I’ll give them a nice out-of-cycle bonus for the trouble.

I pull the other gift out of my pocket: the small but powerful finger vibe. I put it on my index finger and press it to her clit. She arches, her thighs flexing against the onslaught.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She groans, and I pull away again, placing hot, sucking kisses on her inner thighs. She hisses in a breath.

After she calms down, I bring the toy back to her clit, first adding more oil to her. I circle her button, massaging the oil into her and getting her back to the edge. When I see her pussy pulse, I pull my hand away. She roars with frustration.

“Ba-by, please let me come,” she begs. She has tears in her eyes.

I smile at her. “You’re doing so good, baby.” I bend over, kissing her stomach, sucking reverently on the skin beneath her belly button.

Lubing my index finger with liberal glugs of oil, I bring it to her back passage, pressing in slowly so that she squeezes my finger up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, God, H,” she says, shivering from head to toe.

“Do you think you can take more, baby?”

She nods, the quick action causing her curly hair to tremble.

I add more lube, adding another finger into her tight asshole. She lets out a keening sound when I press them in and out, stretching her and preparing her for my cock.

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