Page 46 of Sideline Play

Lifting my hips as she pulls my sweatpants down, my dick springs free, pre-cum leaking from the tip. And with the given permission to touch me, my girl wastes no time swiping a finger over the top, collecting the fluid and bringing it to her lips.

Watching her lick her finger and feeling her hips give off their happy little dance, I groan, “You’re too fuckin’ sweet, baby girl.”

Beginning to pull her closer, her bare cunt and my weeping cock nearly kissing, I ask, “Is this okay?” She answers by jerking forward the last bit, a sharp intake of breath filling us both at the contact.

God, she’s so close. My dick nestled in her lips, her opening hot and wet, waiting for me. It wouldn’t take much to slip inside her. Stretch her. Mold her pussy to me. And from there it would take an embarrassingly low count of thrusts before I’m spilling myself and praying it takes root.

Gliding herself over my shaft, the feeling drawing my eyes closed as I turn my head heavenward and moan, Scarlet declares with short breath, “We have to do this every single day. Promise me.” Then moaning as she circles her clit along the flare of my head, she amends, “Twice a day, minimum.”

Gripping her ass, I begin to control her movements just enough to prevent her from sinking onto me before we’re ready and say, “Baby, if you let me, I would keep your sweet ass in bed all fuckin’ day, lovin’ you with my tongue, fingers, and dick until you pass out.”

“Oh my God, Remington, yes!” she shouts, her movements growing short and rapid.

Fisting my cock and beginning to jerk off at the base, I encourage, “That’s it baby girl, come for me. Come all over me so I can paint your pretty pussy with my cum and—” the rest of my words are stolen from me as her head falls back with a loud scream of pleasure, her hips rocking and rolling over my dick with each cresting wave of her wet orgasm, the sweet lips of her twitching cunt trying to suck me in the last bit I need.

I come with a shout, one arm banded around her lower back to keep her on top of me as I flood the space between us, and the other cupping the back of her head as I kiss her. Her tongue wrapped with mine is the only thing stopping me from telling her I love her.

But I do. I love her. And as surely as her family is the nucleus of her existence, she’s become mine.

TWENTY

SCARLET

“Remington, I’m close,”I breathlessly pant, sweat misting my skin as I start to crest, only for him to pull the bullet vibrator away from my clit again. Letting out a sob as I start to come back down, I plead, “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“You can, baby girl,” he growls, before removing my hands from where they’re locked behind his head. Licking up a bead of sweat as it rolls down my shoulder, he commands, “You can and you will.” Then, at odds with the dominant side he brought out this morning when he woke up to me using the toy on my clit while reading next to him in bed, he gently lifts my silk bound wrists, kissing the bow that keeps me bound and checks in, “Are you still doing okay?”

Turning my cheek to reach where he sits with me cradled between his legs, I kiss the corner of his mouth and assure him.

“Yeah, I'm good. Keep going.”

At my words, he tucks his tenderness away and flexes his thighs that are bracketed over my own. Stretching his hips, he uses his hold on my body to pull my legs wider, further exposing my glistening pussy to the standing mirror he moved from the corner of our room to the foot of the bed.

“Put your arms back around me.” Following his command, he gently grips my chin to make sure I’m looking at him in the mirror and praises, “You’re being such a good girl for me. Look how pretty you are spread out and waiting for me to use. Your cunt is practically begging for my cock, isn’t it, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Is that what you want, Scar? You’re desperate for my cock? Is that why you were playing withmypussy this morning?”

“Oh God, yes. Please, fuck me,” I cry as he circles the vibrator around my stiff nipple before snaking it down my sternum and stomach.

I can feel the dark chuckle that leaves Remington along my back, the sound beginning to short circuit what’s left of my brain cells. Hand around my throat, he elongates my neck so my head falls back on his shoulder as he purrs in my ear, “That’s right, baby. I am your fuckin’ God. Now seek your absolution and come for me.” He cups my pussy so the bullet is pressed from my clit to my opening with the highest setting turned on.

At the onslaught of sensation, I scream a string of profanities, my body arching against him and pulling at the points where he holds me. I’m so sensitive from being worked to the edge over and over again that the relentless vibration is almost painful, but the sharp kiss of overstimulation only serves to further heighten my desperate arousal. I sob and cry, tears rolling down my cheeks as the muscles deep within me rapidly begin to tighten.

My slick fluid is leaking into his hand as my pussy clenches with the need to be filled. I’m close, the build up to teetering on the edge having taken mere seconds this time. But unlike the previous rounds of edging, my release is now remaining stubbornly elusive.

“Remi… please… I need… I need more,” I babble, not sure I can take another second of my nerves being dialed in at an eleven.

“Do you trust me?”

“Oh God, yes!” I shout without hesitation.

Kissing the side of my face, he says, “Good.” Then he gives my throat a faint squeeze that has me whimpering for more before letting me go, prompting him to promise, “Next time, baby.”

Switching which hand is holding my toy of pleasure and torture to me, Remington reaches the fingers soaked with my wetness past my cunt. I see it in the mirror before I feel it and with my inhibitions lost in the wind, I eagerly plead, “Daddy, please. I love it,” doing my best to relax my body against the tautly wound tension of my desperation.

“Then you better plan on me taking this ass too, baby girl,” he responds, pressing against me.

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