Page 33 of Play Book

“Oh, you’re going to come. More than once.” I skim my fingers over one perfect breast. “Lift it and put it in my mouth.”

She brings a hand up, cupping her breast and lifting it so I can easily suck the nipple into my mouth. Hard. Until she squirms and I feel her pussy flood with her juices. Fuck, I would kill to be bare inside her right now.

I suck and bite, feeling how she reacts to each level of pain and understand instinctively I can only go so far with her. She needs some grit but she’s not into pain, and that’s fine with me. There are a million ways to make her come that don’t include hurting her. That’s not my thing anyway.

“Grind on me,” I instruct. “Get that friction on your clit since I can’t get my fingers between us in this position.”

I brace my feet on the floor and thrust hard, keeping her nipple between my lips.

“Canyon!” She’s moving now, grinding and squirming, rubbing her clit against my crotch even as I start pounding into it. I move faster, and she’s right there with me, her pussy clamping like a vise around me.

“Say it one more time,” I hiss, fighting against the tingle that’s beginning to race up my spine.

“Canyon… I’m not allowed—” She cries out when I pinch her nipple a little harder. “…to think about—” I drop my hands and get a death grip on her ass cheeks, squeezing hard as I help her bounce up and down. “—anything but you!” She screams at the end, and it turns into a low, keening wail of pleasure.

That sound is all it takes to push me over the edge. Her body jerks against mine once, twice, and then I feel her go over the edge again. Somehow, I’ve managed to hit that special spot inside of her that will make one orgasm roll over the other. Her pussy clasps and ripples around me, and I continue to pulse into her even as my own release tapers off.

“Oh God, I’m going again…” Her mouth is open, but no sound comes out as her head falls back and her back bows.

And it’s so fucking beautiful.

“That’s it… come again for me, let me have it all.”

It’s hard to describe the way it looks as I watch her get off on my lap, over and over, her body rhythmically bouncing and straining against me. She wants more but I can see it’s becoming too much when she starts to shake. I gently ease back, shifting positions so I’m not pressing on her G-spot anymore, and the energy slowly drains from her.

“Holy fucking shit.” She collapses against my chest, her face buried in the hollow of my shoulder. “What the hell did we just do?”

“That a trick question?” I ask, softly running a hand up and down the creamy, soft expanse of skin on her back.

“I don’t… I’ve never…” She lifts her head and gazes up at me. “I’ve never had multiple orgasms before.”

“Pleasure to be of service.” I kiss the tip of her nose just as my stomach growls.

“Did I wear you out?” she teases.

I lightly tap her ass. “Not hardly. But I will need sustenance if we’re going to do this a few more times tonight.”

“A few more times?” Her eyes widen slightly.

“I told you I was going to fuck you until your pussy was screaming for mercy, did I not?”

She smiles. “You did.”

“But we could both use some food.”

“Mmkay. Can I just sit here another minute?”

“Of course.” I keep my arms around her, holding her close, even though post-coital intimacy is usually my least favorite thing.

It’s different with Saylor, though.

She knows my limits, understands that this is all I can give her, and yet she’s still here. And still allowing herself to be raw and vulnerable in front of me. I don’t know what that means, but I’m still inside of her and somehow, my dick’s getting hard again.

I know the exact moment she notices because she slowly lifts her head and licks her lips.

“I thought you needed food before round two.”

“Apparently what I need and what my cock needs are two entirely different things.”

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