Page 45 of Out of Control

Yes.

He bent me over the back of it, as promised, and I moaned just so fucking deep as his hands palmed myass.Finally.

But instead of fucking me, he fucking spanked me again. “Bad girl, coming so soon.” He scolded, hand gentle as he rubbed the spot he just spanked. “I’ll just have to start over again from scratch.” And then he fell to his knees again, burying his face in me, hands holding my ass as I squirmed and bucked in his grip. Already sensitive from the biggest orgasm of my life, I was anything but quiet and came a second time before his fingers even pushed all the way inside me.

He released me just long enough to scold me again, though his fingers kept moving, riding through the orgasm with me. “Bad girl, coming without me a second time.”

And he put his mouth back on me, smothering his words. When he reached around my hips and began rubbing my clit my eyelids slam shut. After just a few short moments I screamed again as I went from two orgasms to three. I writhed while he licked and sucked and rubbed and pinched and it was just all too much.

But other than my heavy breathing, I stilled when his hands left me and I heard his zipper finally slide down.

“Athena,” he sighed,tskingat me. “Do you think I’m going to put my cock in you?”

That filthy fucking mouth. He needed to stop talking and just do it.

“Only good girls get fucked, Athena. Can you stop coming long enough for me to enjoy my dinner? I can’t fuck you properly on an empty stomach. Can you please be a good girl and let me worship you like the goddess you are?”

I groaned, beating my fist against the couch cushion in frustration, but I had enough mental fortitude back to form real words.

“You’re setting me up for failure,” I argued, flipping my hair over my shoulder to look back at him. “I can’t possibly do what you’re asking under these circumstances.”

“Which circumstances might those be?”

“You cannot possibly expect a grown woman like myself to fight off a climax when they’re so rare from the opposite sex. You need to make a choice: either make me come, or don’t. If you don’t want me to come yet, you’re going to have to put in a little less effort and make it not happen for me.”

He grinned at me. “You make a good point, counselor.”

“Of course I do.”

“You’re very sensitive down here,” he said, swiping a gentle fingertip across my clit again before he slid it back over to my entrance, circling, teasing. I fought to keep my toes uncurled and foot from twitching. “You need a distraction to take you out of the moment some so your pretty little pussy has a chance to calm down and recover. Is that accurate?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my arms finally giving out so my chest fell forward to hit the back cushions on the couch. Despite his words his fingers kept up the circling, the swirling, the teasing. Asshole.

“Do you have a suggestion for a proper distraction?” he asked, pushing that finger in, only to pull it right back out to circle again, driving me crazy. I shook my head. “May I make a suggestion then?”

“Please,” I begged, no shame at all.

“I think that if you’re focusing on sucking my cock, you’d be a little too absorbed in your task to focus on your own orgasm.”

I let out a breathy laugh.Men.

“You’re telling me you’d prefer to have your dick in my mouth over my pussy? Is that really the hill you want to die on?”

I wasn’t complaining. I was so turned on I’d be willing to do just about anything, but I didn’t want him to know he could have me that easily. I mean, have me in a way other than the traditional way I was bargaining for, for some reason.

“No, but I really love eating your pussy, Athena. It might be my new favorite thing. And I can keep enjoying it at the same time as a blowjob, but I can’t eat your pussy and fuck it at the same time.”

I looked back over my shoulder and exaggerated an eye roll for his benefit. “How about you fuck me until my legs give out under me, and then you can eat me out for the rest of the night when I can no longer support my own limbs to do anything else anyway. Is that a sound compromise?”

His eyes bored into mine as he sank three fingers deep into me, caressing my aching pussy as he slid them back out, then in again. We both moaned, our groans harmonizing when he finally gave in to what my body was craving.

“I can live with that.” His words were casual, but his eyes blazed, voice darker than ever. My gaze stayed locked onto his as he slowly stood up behind me. God, he was so tall and manly and strong. I didn’t break eye contact with him until he pulled me back upright, helping me out of my ruined tank top before his lips met mine in another long, deep kiss.

My body melted into his. I didn’t feel like my own person anymore. I felt like even my skin was his and his flesh was mine, like we were one person together, meant to always be touching, never separated.

But we did separate as Lucas gently guided me back to my position bent over the couch, bending me over just like he promised he was meant to, and positioned himself at my entrance.

“Last chance to turn back, Athena,” he warned. “I’m assuming you want this, but I need to hear you say the actual words.”

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