Page 56 of Sweet Pea

When he pulled it away, I cried out, but he just smiled as he ripped my panties from my hips and slid the vibrator between my legs, turning it back on. He pressed it deep inside, my little rabbit hitting my clit as he maneuvered it to just the right spot. I arched, unable to do anything else with my hands tied behind my back.

“Do you know how fuckin’ beautiful you are?” he rasped.

Before I could respond, the vibrator was dropped on the floor, my hands were untied, and his dick was inside of me as he was pounding into me, my back against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, slid my hands into his hair, and pressed my clamped nipples to his chest.

It hurt.

In the best of ways.

Sweet Pea slid his finger into my mouth and said, “Suck.”

I did, and he removed it before pressing it into my very private place.

“Oh, god, yes,” I hissed.

It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to lose all control. So much for my challenge.

“Now, baby.”

He carried me to the bed and lay me flat while he stood at the edge of the mattress and pulled out.

“What the fuck?” I growled.

“I told you I’d let you come, but it’d be on my time.”

He took the shot glass off the nightstand and dribbled a little bourbon on my mound, quickly licking it off me and I arched against his mouth.

“Pea, please,” I begged.

“You concedin’?”

“If it means you’re going to let me come, yes.”

He grinned, hovering over me. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He kissed me, burying himself deep again, before slamming into me harder and harder until I screamed his name, my pussy contracting around his pulsing cock as we fell in a heap on the sheets.

I was still wearing my heels and nipple clamps.

Sweet Pea grinned, kissing me quickly before removing both and then pulling me over his chest.

“I knew I’d get you to say my name,” he said, with a smirk.

“Well, aren’t you the cocky one?”

“Not at all,” Sweet Pea replied, seemingly unphased by my dig at him.

“No?”

“Cockiness is a disguise worn to mask insecurities. I’m confident. There’s a big difference between confident and cocky.”

“Legally speaking, of course,” I teased.

“I’m not sure my definition would hold up in court but let me put it this way. Confidence is being fully relaxed when your old lady is out on the town with her girlfriends.”

“Because you know she’s not going to cheat on you?” I replied rhetorically.

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