Page 30 of The Holiday

Kathleen didn’t know what that meant, but hell, she didn’t care.There’s me, there’s her prosthetic… well, time to ride into the sunset!

She lifted herself off Ira, made sure she was ready, and then took that motherfucker for all she was worth.

As a Domme, this was one of Kathleen’s favorite positions. Time and again over the years, she got the best orgasms from straddling a pair of sturdy hips and humping as hard as she could. It was free. It was wild. It gave her so much control that she didn’t know what to do with herself half the time. Other than come. Again. And fuckingagain.

Well, Ira was sturdy. Toned, striking, and with a scent to die for. The way she looked at Kathleen – in that adoring,look at you gokind of way – told Kathleen that she was a stunning creature worthy of this moment. The more she grinded against Ira’s hips, swallowing her whole within her own body, the more she wished for Ira to give her the same thing she gave her earlier in the office.

“Come with me, baby.” Her hands splayed across Ira’s chest, giving her enough leverage to up her speed and pound herself toward the bed. Ira flinched in pleasure but did not react otherwise. “I need you…”

Her fingers dug into Kathleen’s hips again. “What do you need? Say it.”

Kathleen stilled, nearly overcome with the orgasm threatening to explode within her. “I need your O-face.”

“Why?”

What a time to play games! “Because…” Kathleen made sure her girlfriend had a good view of her breasts as she leaned back and braced herself against Ira’s bent knees. “Because I fucking want it, Ira.”

“Good enough for me. You’re a helluva bargainer.”

“I always get what I want.”

Ira smirked at her. “Yes. You do.”

Kathleen closed her eyes again, enjoying the quivering sensations of thrusting down to meet Ira’s upward movements.Fuck me.Ira’s wandering hands went from her hips to her thighs, to her lower legs, and all Kathleen could think was that time stopped for each movement. She wasn’t inspired to be loud, but she was definitely inspired to…

Well, to come.

“Fuck!” Orgasm took her by surprise, rattling her bones and making her eyes roll back in her head. Ira thrust upward, hard, piercing her deep within and forcing her to have a stronger climax when she was least expecting it.

An orgasm like that would usually make Ira come with her, but it was a miracle that she stayed as composed as she did as Kathleen rode through her plateau. As she started coming down from her high, Ira pinched her girlfriend’s flesh, reminding Kathleen that she had yet to relieve her pressure.

“Oh…” Kathleen eased forward, wincing as Ira’s prosthetic refused to accommodate her movements. On the plus side, she was now so wet that she slid off with almost no effort. “How did you do that?”

“I told you.” Ira didn’t let her rest. She grabbed Kathleen’s arm, hauling her body into her lap, lips searching for a nipple and making Kathleen shudder in renewed pleasure.Oh fuck, not so soon! Was that what she was thinking earlier? Kathleen’s body begged for rest, but to say she wouldn’t let Ira fuck her again…

“Don’t bet on me giving you what you want so soon.”

She pulled Kathleen onto her lap again, this time making the cowgirl take her in reverse. Kathleen nearly blacked out as her partner spread her legs over her waist and directed the prosthetic into her.Easily.Kathleen cried out as Ira slowlyrocked in and out of her, hands running up Kathleen’s sides and hooking beneath her breasts.

“You’re gonna have to work harder than bobbing up and down to get me to come again, Katie.” Ira’s voice was both poison and an aphrodisiac in Kathleen’s addled brain. She whined, her whole body shaking as Ira pulled out of her and then slammed back in again. “You’re gonna have to want it.”

“Oh, my God…” Only one thought entered her mind. The last time Ira went three times… the third time took for-fucking-ever.What the fuck have I done, letting her come twice today already?She had created a monster!

Kathleen was tired, sore, and at the whim of the Domme quickly claiming her sub.

“You’re going to keep taking it until I finally come. I don’t give a fuck if you’re about to pass out. You started this. You want it.”

Kathleen shuddered. “I know…”

Ira sat up enough to take Kathleen into an embrace, legs opening wider over Ira’s hips.Oh my God. Holy fucking hell!She didn’t have a choice, did she? The more she let go of the control she once claimed, the easier it became to bear what this Domme was doing to her.

Ira was going to fuck her until sheliterallycould not anymore.

“Goes without saying,” Ira growled, pinching both of Kathleen’s nipples. “Be as loud as you want. It’s that kind of weekend.”

Once again, Kathleen didn’t have a choice. The cries fell from her lips as easily as the pleasure played her for a fool.

She had no idea when one knockout bout of delight began and the other ended. From the moment Ira took her over, thrusting into her with such power that it made the room spin, Kathleen was consumed.By pleasure. By the room. By her.She lived in perpetual bliss – or was it hell? – where she was never allowedto “finally” come and be done with it for the night. As long as Ira was still needy, Kathleen had to be available to her.

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