Page 103 of On the Line

Her tone is bored, dismissive even, and I can’t get enough.

I do as she says, ripping my clothes off and settling into position. Her gaze slides over my body, a small look ofmocking disgust flickering in her expression when she lands on my hard cock laying heavy on my stomach.

This shouldn’t turn me on, butoh,does it ever.

“Poor little fucktoy, practically begging to be sucked and used.”

I moan at her words, on the verge of actually begging for real, wondering if I can physically die from her lack of touch. Her words are stitching me back up, her voice a calming pause for the storm raging inside of me.

James keeps her clothes on, crawling up the mattress.

Slow. Predatory.

She pulls her skirt up, and straddles me, the fabric fluttering back down, tragically obstructing the view. By the smirk on her face, she’s doing it on purpose. I feel her hot, wet cunt slide against my cock and I think I might come on the spot. She grinds herself on me, one teasing finger trailing down my torso.

Reaching back and under her skirt, she curls her fist around my shaft. Holding herself steady with one hand on my stomach, she hovers over my cock, the head barely stretching open her entrance.

She hums. “See this is what you’re good for. You like being used like this?” she asks innocently.

I haven’t spoken since she told me to shut up, so I nod eagerly again.

Her cunt swallows another inch of my cock.

My fingers grip the mattress above me, my self-control fraying.

She spits in my face, landing on my cheek. “Fucking slut,” she says snidely, and slams down, sheathing my cock down to the hilt. The combination of shock and arousal flooding my system is damn near euphoric.

James begins to fuck herself on my cock, riding me hard and fast and I’m losing all sense of fucking reason.

“Hit me,” I growl.

Her blue eyes jump to mine questioningly.

“Hit me,please,baby,” I repeat, with a dark, coaxing grin, my hands still up over my head.

It doesn’t take much convincing, which only makes it that much hotter. On her next thrust down, she slaps me across the face, and my skin tingles beautifully with the sting.

She laughs. Cold and delectable. “So desperate for me to touch you that you’ll even beg me to hit you.” Squeezing my cheeks with one hand, she leans over and kisses me forcefully.

I take what I can, sucking on her bottom lip before she ultimately pulls away.

When she does, she slams both palms on my chest and grinds herself in a slow circle against my hips. “Fuck,” she breathes, “I’m coming.” Her nails dig into my heated skin and her pussy pulses around me.

“Please, let me touch you,” I whisper desperately.

“Yes,” she whimpers and my hands fly to her lush ass, gripping two beautiful, fucking handfuls.

I pitch my hips upwards and fuck her hard through her orgasm, her head thrown blissfully back, my own orgasm following close behind. I come hard, unloading deep in her quivering pussy, biting my lip until I taste blood.

James falls into my arms, my cock still inside her, as she nestles into my neck, pressing a soft kiss on my wild pulse. My head is empty, weightless like a cloud, focused only on the comforting weight of James’ body on mine.

“How are you feeling?” she whispers against my warm skin, it tickles like a small fluttering butterfly.

I breathe in deeply before answering her. “I feel … peaceful.”

I can feel her smile, and she gently squeezes my arm. “Peaceful is good,” she replies with a pleased sigh.

We both fall silent and continue to lay in each other’s arms for what feels like forever, breathless and sated.

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