Page 63 of Mob Knight

“Face me to start.”

I oblige and straddle him as I stroke behind his balls. He needs no coaxing, and neither do I. He guides me to ease down his length, teasing us together. Once I’m seated to the hilt, he rocks my hips as he thrusts. His hands run over my body as Ilean forward to brace myself. My swinging tits are the invitation I hope them to be. He latches on and sucks the left one as his eyes drift shut, but only for a moment. Our gazes lock.

Everything else fades away. I don’t care about anything else happening—not here, not in the world, not in my life. He consumes every nook and cranny of my mind right now. I’d do anything to keep these sensations going. To keep him looking at me the way he is.

“You test my restraint,cailín. I want this to last. There are too many positions to enjoy to finish this fast.”

He offers me a lopsided grin, and I can’t help but laugh. When I do, my flexing muscles make him groan. He bites my nipple before stopping my rocking motion.

“Turn around.”

One benefit of a tantra chair is it’s possible to change positions without having the guy pull out or the woman get up. I spin around, placing my feet between his spread legs, his feet on the floor. He guides me to recline onto his chest, arching my back. I watch us in the ceiling mirror, and I can see he’s doing the same thing. He lifts and lowers me on his cock until we move at the pace he wants. His hands glide over me once again, then linger over my tits as he massages them. He’s kissing my shoulder and neck, moving my hair out of the way before trailing his fingers down my sternum and belly until he reaches my clit. It’s tender, but it only heightens my arousal.

“May I come, sir?”

“No. You will not come until we do it together, and I’m not ready for this to end.”

He levers me forward, so my forearms rest in front of me, and I bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, little one. You feel better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Your arse is glorious.”

He kneads and spreads it, and I watch in the mirror as he stares at it.

“One of these nights, I’m going to come in your arse. Then I’m going to check in the morning to be sure you haven’t spilled a drop.”

What the hell does that mean?

Would he come by my place to check? How would I make it home without any leaking? Would we spend the night together?

He rearranges my legs to draw one back over his hip, my shin resting on the upward portion of the chair. I push my other leg forward since it’s the only way for me to balance when I’m pretty much doing the splits.

“Are you all right? Or is this position too uncomfortable?”

“It’s fine, sir. I do yoga and Pilates, and I was a gymnast when I was younger.”

I’ve remained flexible because of my workouts, but also as a sub to please my Doms. It’s benefiting me now.

“Holy shit, sir. You’re so deep. I—I—Fuck.”

“I know, little one. Keep going.”

I push up onto my hands, and my head falls back. He fists my hair and pulls me toward him. He nips my earlobe before biting the crook of my neck.

“Thank you for trusting me, Joey.”

Did the roleplay just end?

“You’re welcome, s?—”

“Cormac.”

Nothing prepared me for this sudden shift. Why did he end it?

He eases me back into a position where he can maneuver me. He’s said nothing else, and I don’t know what to say. He lifts me and turns, so now my back is against the upward curved part of the lounger. He slides his arms under my legs, so the backs of my thighs rest over his upper arms.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Joey. I need it. You’re mine.”

“Fuck me as hard as you can because I am yours.”

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