Page 45 of Provoked

I shrug. “Think about something else. Or maybe that spanking I should have given you for risking your sweet self by going on national TV.” The truth is, I don’t expect her to comply. I want her to cum a few times before I claim her completely, so her body is relaxed and ready for me. But it’s more fun to tease her with innocent threats.

Ingrid groans and utters a small yelp as her body jerksagainst my hand and then spasms into orgasm. Wetness coats my fingers, allowing them to slide more easily over her folds.

“Such a bad girl, Ingrid,” I tease her. “You couldn’t even last a minute? What was it? Did you picture the spanking like I told you?”

She nods frantically, her cheeks red while her fingers pluck at my chest. I grin over her head.

“Well, now you have to cum again for me. But since you have no self control, I’ll have to make this last a little longer.” So not my intention, but I keep up the charade by turning her so her back is to my chest and spreading both legs over my thighs. It leaves her fully exposed to the night and unable to clench her thighs. I poise one knuckle over her opening just enough to give her a hint of presence but not enough to penetrate and then I torture her sweet, swollen clit.

Ingrid arches her back, her breath coming in short gasps. Over and over I rub in circles and then back and forth, always slightly erratic in pace. When I can feel her getting close, I back off slightly before resuming all over again.

“Justin!” Ingrid finally screeches in frustration.

“Hmmm?” I query softly in response.

“Let me cum, please!” she pants.

I consider that thoughtfully. “Tell you what, I’ll let you cum if you say my name a little more loudly.”

“Justin!” she screams.

I think that was frustration more than compliance, but I give it to her, anyway. Unbending my crooked finger and sliding it into her. A second and third finger join the first and I stroke upward, finding her g spot. She flies apart with a cry that has my cock hardening painfully between her thighs.

“Told you you’d be screaming my name,” I tell her with satisfaction as I stand and carry her into the bedroom.

She mutters something unintelligible, but probably not flattering, as I lay her down before stripping out of my clothes.

“You are so damn annoying when you’re smug,” she informs me while I unwrap her like a present from that silky robe.

“Just you wait, baby. It’s only going to get worse from here.”

Justin is… My brain can’t come up with words. I think it switched off twenty minutes ago and now I’m simply along for the ride. I keep my eyes focused on him, not for any particular reason except that looking at him makes me happy.

When he joins me on the bed, he spends five minutes on one kiss, I swear. It’s slow and deep and confident. Like he has me just where he wants me and is no longer in any kind of hurry. I whimper at what that means.

Justin pulls back with a small smile. “You okay there, Ingrid?”

I nod. “Except for the torture part.” I pout, I can’t help myself.

His green eyes twinkle. “Maybe you’d better show me what hurts, then.”

“All of me is just one big ache, and it’s all your fault,” I accuse him.

“Then let’s fix that, shall we?” he murmurs, not panicked at all. He doesn’t wait for a reply, guiding my knees up and out. And then finally I feel his cock where it’s supposed to be, nudging at my entrance. I give a sigh of satisfaction that turns into a whoosh of air as he pushes in slowly.

And he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining that slow steady pressure until I am in fact stuffed full. Only then does Justin cease moving to drop small kisses on my face. “There’s my good girl. So wet and tight, Ingrid. Relax, baby. I’m going tomold your pussy to exactly fit my cock, so every time is sweet and easy. You ready?”

I stare at him. Ready for what? There can’t be more of him, surely?

“I’ll go as slow as I can, sweetness. You tell me when you’re ready for more.”

And then I find out what he meant when he asked if I was ready. He pulls out slowly, leaving me wanting again, and then slides back in a little quicker this time. I clench him to me. Justin groans and I find I like the sound of that. We repeat this little dance four or five times, the energy ramping with each iteration until Justin reaches down and tugs on my clit. It’s different now that I’m being stretched wide. Every part of me responds differently. My clit being no exception. It demands more. I twist my head on the pillow frantically. He pinches down, then lets go and I explode, wrapping myself around him while my pussy spasms. I’m not in control of the muscles trying to strangle his cock, to milk him dry.

Justin grunts and somehow pulls back a few inches before his back stiffens and he’s pumping into me with a force that tells me how gentle he was being earlier. He cums deep inside me and then collapses down on top of me.

I wrap all my arms and legs around him and cradle him there. He’s mine and now I know how much he needs me, needs this — a safe place to land, to be himself without strategizing.

It’s only a minute and the in-charge Justin is back, pulling out of me despite my protests. He gives me one of those stern warning looks before rolling to his side. I snuggle into his chest, not ready to lose contact.

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