Page 55 of Rushed

Lincoln smacks my ass, hard, and pushes lightly with his finger again inside me, while he dips his other hand around to the front of me to flick and tease my clit. God, this man. He can make me come with a word, but his motions are exquisite. Kissing my ass where he smacked it, feathering light touches on my already sensitive clit, then stroking one finger in my ass and one in my pussy, I’m so close to the edge it’s hard to stand still and accept the pleasure he gives me, but I do. If it weren’t for the tape holding me up, I’d be a blob of molten jelly on the floor, falling to pieces incoherently as he strokes the need from me.

“Lincoln, I’m so close.” I know begging won’t make him let me off the hook, but he needs to know how close I am.

“Hold it off, Kitten. Just a bit more.” With his fingers filling me, teasing me, touching the most sensitive parts of me, I feel every nerve alight in my body. I want to come so hard, it’s painful.

“Not yet,” he says as he pants, visibly turned on by what he’s wringing out of me. Lincoln knows my body, and he knows how close I am. Pulling his fingers free, I cry out at the lack of contact. “I told ya. Not yet, Kitten.”

“Fuck you, Rush.”

“Rush is dead to ya. Remember, Kitten. Now, let’s play the game a bit more, shall we?”

I rock back and forth, standing on the rickety bench, waiting and hoping for him to come back. He’s left me strung up and strung out.

“This is unfair!” I yell as I hear him shuffle around the room behind me.

“Not everything is fair and, ya’ve broken the rules tonight. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I slump my shoulders a bit to take the weight off of them, and wiggle my fingers around to get the blood flowing again as I strain to pull the tape apart.

He’s not taking a shower, is he? I hear the water turn on behind me and realize he left me trussed up like a pinåta, waiting for him. He’ll make me hold off until we get home, the fucker.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” I yank and pull on the tape until it releases my hands. I step down off the bench, turn around, and find him grinning like a maniac—naked.

“Let’s get ya out of that dress, Kitten,” he says with a laugh. His cock stands proud and long, calling out my name.

I’m stewing. He thinks it was funny, leaving me like that. Well, I have a surprise for him.

“No.” I step back, lift the dress a bit higher, then sit on the edge of the bench with my legs apart. “If you won’t finish me off, I’ll do it myself,Rush.” I hear him growl, but I don’t care.

Resting back on my elbows, showcasing my pussy towards him, I start to stroke my clit. Softly at first, ramping back up to where I was left off by Lincoln. I know what way to move, to stroke, to flick, to pinch, and just how many fingers to dip inside to edge me back to where I was. I need more contact, and for that I need the other hand. I lay back on the bench with my hair falling in long tendrils along the floor as I circle my swollen and worked up bud. Placing one finger back in my ass, and two in my pussy is awkward without Lincoln, but I’ll give him a show if he wants it.

I look over my prone body to see him standing in the entrance to the shower with arms crossed over his massive chest. His breaths are coming in short spurts as he watches me push myself over the edge. I want his cock, but I won’t beg for it. I need to be released. But fuck, I won’t beg for that either, so he can watch from there as I come alone.

Laying my head back I flick, delve, and stroke until I feel the pressure build up my spine. I know I’m close, and so does Lincoln. He steps across the room, and with a hand on mine, he stops my movements.

“I have a better idea. Stay there. Don’t finish yerself off yet.” Lincoln raises my head, moves my hair to the side, and places a thick towel beneath it. “Let’s both enjoy this.” He steps across my body, his proud cock dangling in front of my face as he bends down, licking the moisture off my fingers that were teasing my clit.

“Keep yer fingers in, but let me do the rest.” I pull my hand up after he’s kissed all of the wetness from my fingers, and I lightly squeeze his cock, bending it down to my mouth. He knows I love this; I’ve shown him quite often how this turns me on. He has a way with his mouth that sends me soaring.

Without warning, he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling and nipping at it. I buck my hips up to meet him, taking all that he offers, and moaning while I take as much of his cock as I can into my mouth. The salty, soft skin is erotic to me. I pull him in and out as he pushes my orgasm closer and closer to the front. He pushes my fingers in and adds another of his own until I’m so filled I can’t think straight. I move unabashedly up and down, taking his cock in as far as I can. Moaning and crying out at the glorious pressure as it builds.

I slide his cock from my mouth. “Lincoln, please! I need you inside me now. I need more.”

He rises up, licking across my bud one more time, pulling his fingers and mine out at the same time.

“Flip. I want to come in yer arse, Kitten, and I won’t take no fer an answer. I know ya wanna come, and I know it will make ya come harder than ya ever have before.” Dragging his fingers along my drenched pussy, I rock back. He moistens my entrance, prepping me. I’ve said before I would, and that I’m not afraid. I’m not. I trust him with every inch of my body, and if he says this will be amazing, I believe him.

I wait as he strokes me further, dipping his cock at my pussy, wetting it, preparing me.

“Lincoln, please. I’m so close, and I need to come so bad it hurts.”

“It’ll feel so good, Kitten.” I feel the pressure as his head rests at my ass. He dips his frame forward so he’s touching my clit, keeping me worked up and pliable. Slowly, he pushes forward. I feel the stretch, but it’s not bad. It’s pleasurable. It’s a different feeling of full, and it’s sensitive, but good. After Lincoln is inside me, I feel him stroking my clit and pushing a finger inside my pussy.

“Yer so tight, Kitten. It feels so good. I’m gonna move now. Tell me if it hurts.” Slowly, he slides back and forth. My breathing hitches with each movement, and I feel my orgasm rising to the front once more.

It flies up my spine in a white hot rush. “I’m almost there, Lincoln. Move faster. Harder. Please, don’t stop.” I don’t think I could handle if he did.

I feel his cock slide out before he thrusts in harder and harder. I push back to join his movements, and feel as the end is nearing.

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