Page 87 of Payoff Pitch

“What do you mean Quincy disappeared? Weren’t you at his house last night?”

He nods. “Yep. But he texted us this morning that he was heading out of town and he wouldn’t be reachable for the foreseeable future. Dinner was awkward as fuck last night. He doesn’t get along with his parents. Ripley, Kam, and Bailey were all pissed at him for some unknown reason. Arizona doesn’t know he took off yet. She’s going to be worried. I hope he comes back before she returns home in a few weeks.”

Cheetah nods in agreement. “It was definitely awkward.”

We spend a little time chatting about the Christmas holiday. Vance and Daylen are in season, so they’ll be in town. Cheetah mentions that he invited Kam to come home with him, but she hasn’t given him an answer yet. I hope that means Bailey is free to spend that time with me in Colorado.

The boys all eventually head out, and I make my way up to my bedroom. When I open the door, she’s breathing loudly. She whimpers, “I swear to god, if you brush by my clit, I’ll come. I’ll do anything. Don’t leave again. I’ll suck your dick every day for a year if you make me come right now.”

I smile as I begin unbuttoning my shirt. “I’m not going anywhere until you have the greatest orgasm of your life. I promise.”

She lets out a breath in relief. “Thank duck.”

I inwardly laugh. Even in this moment, she won’t curse. So dedicated. So disciplined.

The more clothes I remove, the more her breathing increases and she pulls on the cuffs. She’s not kidding about being on the cusp. I need to play this carefully. I want this to be the best orgasm of her life.

I undress painfully slow for her. I know that drives her nuts. She’s always frantic with need. Making her wait is half the fun. Well, less than half, but it’s still fun.

Finally down to my boxer briefs, my cock strains against its confines. It’s been hard to keep him under control all night knowing who was waiting for me and her current state of being tied naked to my bed.

Running my fingers around her reddened nipples, I ask, “How do the clamps feel?”

“I don’t know if they were sent from heaven or hell. I’ll let you know in a few minutes.”

I smile as I lean over and taste her smart mouth. She loves kissing, and I love the effect my kisses have on her.

My tongue slowly explores her mouth while hers rapidly ravages mine. She sinks her teeth into my lower lip and bites down, mumbling, “I’m not letting you go until you make me come.”

I reach for one of her breasts and squeeze the clamp. She lets out a scream, releasing my lip.

“You’re a bad girl.” I slap her pussy, and she bucks her hips and yells out.

My lips meet the scorching skin of her cleavage as I slowly drag them down her body. I can’t help but inhale her. I love her scent. I love the way she feels. I love everything about her.

She begins to visibly tremble with anticipation. She’s so on edge.

Eventually I get down to her center, gentlykissing it before lightly running my tongue through her. I whisper, “Is this where you need me, sweet girl?”

Tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she squeezes them shut and nods.

Another soft, slow lick through her, and her back arches off the bed. “That’s it, sweetness. Daddy is going to make you feel good. Relief is coming. This pussy is going to sing for me tonight.”

My tongue meets her center again and I can tell she’s about to come, so I pull away.

She writhes under me and screams, “No!”

I run my lips back up her body, to her favorite spot on her neck. She again bucks her hips, desperately seeking any type of friction. It won’t take much to bring her over the cliff into the sea of ecstasy.

With my lips still pressed to her neck, my fingers make a winding, long trail down her body until I reach her opening. Slipping two fingers through and then into her, I push deep until I reach the spot I’ve come to learn drives her wild.

Her body begins to squeeze around my fingers, and I again pull out. More tears leak out of her eyes. She sucks in a short breath.“Please.”Short breath. “I’ll do.”Short breath. “Anything.”Short breath.

I reach over and sheath myself in a condom. This orgasm is going to be explosive. I want to feel it on my cock, not my tongue or fingers.

Her eyes are shut. She’s in a different world right now, having no clue what I’m going to do to her next. I get off on the control I have over her body.

We’ve experimented with some of the toys and edging over the past few weeks, but this is the furthest I’ve taken things with her.

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