Page 50 of Hell and High Water

But it’s the sweetest form of torture and anticipation.

His finger curls down, dragging against that sweetest bundle of nerves, already so sensitive and heightened from play. Too much more, and I’ll come undone.

“Tell, I want you…” I can barely form the words, “Inside me…”

“I am inside you, Hella,” he sings, dropping down to flick his tongue across my swollen clit, still massaging his knuckle just inside me, driving pulsing waves of pleasure up my spine with every beat.

Just when I think I might let go, when I can’t take any more, he slaps my ass, hard, pulling away and leaving me forlorn on the bed.

And so it begins, the torturous give and take, leaving me shaking harder and harder with each round, each passing minute that he toys with me. I lose track of time, moaning, screaming with every near orgasm he drives me toward, only to pull back, to leave me hanging.

It’s hell.

It’s agony.

I fucking love it.

My ass is glowing, swollen with his handprints, and I can barely stay up on my knees any longer.

“Now… I need you now,” I beg, my voice muffled in the sheets.

“And what would you give me to have what you want? What would you tell me?”

“Anything, anything you want…”

“I may take you up on that someday,” he whispers into my ear, shooting chills across my skin. Every follicle is alive, every inch of me aware of him, of any touch he might give me. Tugging against the ties at my wrists, I try to rise, but I’m spent. A growling moan escapes my lips as I undulate my hips toward him, feeling his rigid bulge right behind me.

In response, Tell spanks me again, drags his fingers along me once more.

“Not yet,” he says again in his gravelly baritone.

“Please…” I can’t take any more.

“Finally.” He unties one wrist. “That’s all you had to say.” Then the other.

Immediately, I toss myself onto my back, looping my legs around him, pulling him on top of me, dragging him until I can slap both of my hands down on his pert ass.

“Fuck. Me. NOW.”

I watch his eyes go wide, every wall of self-control dropping at once.

With muscle rippling strength, he tears off his boxer briefs, tossing the shreds to the side, revealing the entire unbelievable length of him above me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen,

and the most amazing thing I’ve felt, when he thrusts inside me, slowly but steadily, all the way inside, until his abdomen presses against mine.

He’s so long, filling me to the brim, stretching me just right, curling up at just the right angle to hit that spot.

“Just like that… Stay deep. Don't you dare pull out…”

“Like this?” He grinds his hips, pressing inside me, instantly building my orgasm, layering up the tension toward a tumultuous peak.

I thought I couldn’t take any more before, but this…

My mind buzzes with static, a steady pulse of sensory overload zipping through my nervous system like a thunderstorm.

“Oh, fuck yes…”

“Hella, you'd better come for me, because I can’t hold out very much longer.” Another rotation of his hips has me panting his name, begging him to finish me off.

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