Page 73 of Training His Pet

“Fuck, yes, sweet girl. Ride me.” He pulled her hips down and ground her into his pelvis.

She gripped his shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him hard while she began to fuck him. The plug worked with his thick cock, filling her so sweetly. She began to move harder, faster, seeking out the bites of pain the fullness gave her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chanted, sinking her teeth into his neck.

He growled and fisted her hair. Pulling her back from him, he kissed her neck.

“Ride harder, sweet girl. Fuck me harder.” He bucked up from the couch, matching her movements.

His lips found her nipple and bit hard, taking it between his teeth.

She cried out but didn’t try to pull away. She wouldn’t. Not yet, not when she was riding so close to the edge of heaven.

“Fuck! Dax! Dax! Dax!” She called his name. “I’m going to come... so fucking hard!” she cried out; moving her feet flat on the couch, she increased the force of her movements.

“Do it. Fucking come, pet!” he called and sank his teeth into her flesh between her breasts.

His arm wrapped around her waist.

“Fuck!” Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Dax pressed against the tail, pushing the plug further in, harder, rubbing the sensitized ring of muscle.

“Fuck, yes!” she screamed as her body gave over to the cloud of pleasure dangling overhead. She rode him hard though her orgasm, and he never let go, never slowed her pace.

“Erika. Fuck... oh... Erika!” he cried out and his grip around her waist tightened, pulling her down on his cock hard.

Her orgasm began to fade, but she felt him, felt his cock pulsating inside her, felt his hot wave of release take over his body, filling her with his seed.

Air slowly became easier to grasp and she kissed his cheek.

His hands were roaming over her back.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

“Exactly my sentiment,” Dax laughed and pinched her hip. “Good thing Devin bought sturdy furniture.”

She chuckled into his neck and kissed him once more before sliding off of his lap. His seed slipped from her pussy, messing her thighs.

Dax caught her arm when she turned to find a towel.

“Let it dry,” he said.

“What?” she asked, looking down at her legs, the wet streak of his cum evident on her inner thigh.

“Leave my mark on you. I like it,” he said, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing her palm. “Once it’s dry you can get dressed.”

She lowered her gaze with a nod. Even with the arousal faded, the orgasm past, she wanted to obey him, sought his approving grin.

This was so much more than sex.

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