Page 123 of By His Play

The entire bed rattles, not used to seeing any action, but I don’t achieve anything.

Kieran chuckles as he kisses over my hips.

“Needy little whore,” he muses before his hands land on either side of me and he dips his tongue into my belly button.

“Please,” I beg. I know it won’t help, but the plea falls free regardless.

“Tell me, how much did you like sucking my cock earlier?” He looks up my body as his lips move toward my ribs. “Are you already thinking about doing it again?”

“Yes,” I whisper, licking my lips as if his taste still lingers.

“By the time we leave for Chicago, you’re going to take all of it. I want to watch you swallow me down.”

I nod eagerly, desperate to give him anything he wants.

“You looked so beautiful on your knees,” he tells me as his nose bumps against the underside of my breasts.

I gasp, but as good as this feels, it’s not enough.

“Kieran, please.”

“Patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”

I want to thrash and scream, but it won’t get me anywhere.

He licks around the side of my breast before kissing up my chest and to my ear.

“Beg me,” he whispers, making a shiver race down my body.

“Please, Kieran. Make me come. Plea?—”

His lips claim mine, cutting off my words.

I stretch up the best I can to continue the kiss, but I don’t have to worry because he has the same idea.

Resting on his forearms, he lowers over me, his chest brushing my nipples as he kisses me as if he’ll die without it.

Time ceases to exist, but I never lose the desperate throb that has now taken over my entire body.

He leans forward a little more, and I cry out into our kiss as his fabric-covered cock brushes against my swollen clit.

He sits up, severing our connection, and stares down at me, his eyes almost black with desire.

His smile of accomplishment takes my breath away.

“I’m going to go out tomorrow and buy you some things,” he explains.

“W-what things?”

“Things that will have you begging and pleading me to let you come.”

I swallow nervously as my mind races with options.

He means toys. Sex toys.

My stomach flutters with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

I own a vibrator. Two, actually. But something tells me this isn’t going to be as simple as a bullet vibe.

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