Page 81 of Cutter

“I…feel it…in my clit,” she mumbled between gasps.

“Good.” He set the clamp in place.

Emily jerked; her breath came out ragged. “Daddy, please!”

A teardrop fell on his hand. He startled. Cutter had been so focused on her nipples and the clamps that watching her facial reactions had taken second place. Another tear rolled down her face as she breathed rapidly, close to hyperventilating.

“We’re done. It’s over.” He threw the nipple clamp aside. “Slow down your breathing. Do it, Emily. Deep breaths.” He slapped her leg, forcing her to respond. It worked. She looked bewildered.

“Put your legs around me, kitten.”

Lifting her out of the chair, Cutter rushed to his bedroom. He dropped down on his bed with Emily still attached to his waist. “Lift your skirts and sit on my face, baby. I’m going to inhale you.”

“But… I’ll smother you. The vibrator is still on.”

“Nah.” Giving a short laugh, he squeezed her thighs. “Forget the toy. Come up. I can’t wait to taste your juices. Don’t make me wait, kitten.”

Quickly, she wiggled up. Straddling his face, she lifted her skirts and sat on his eager mouth, drenching his taste buds with her dizzying flavor. She was light in his hands, so he shifted her clit just above his lips. The perfect place to make love to her sex.

His lips and tongue played and pushed against her bundle of nerves, while the vibrator enhanced his motions. Emily trembled under his hands, and her intoxicating scent, getting stronger with her rising excitement, invaded his senses.

“Pinch your nipples and ride me.” He spoke against her flesh, then pressed his flat tongue to her clit.

Emily was too sensitized to hold back. Instead of riding, she dropped down and rubbed hard against his face, seeking her climax. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she let out a guttural sound as spasms rocked her, on and on in one continuous orgasm.

“Wow,” she whispered, leaning into the headboard. “That was amazing.”

“Slide down, kitten.”

“I’m sorry. I kinda lost my mind.”

“You did fine. Strong, huh?”

“Yes,” she murmured. “I had no idea.”

“Climax denial is great if you want a mind-blowing orgasm at the end. The ultimate punishment would’ve been holding your climax until tomorrow.”

“I hope I never do anything to deserve that.”

Cutter sighed. He wasn’t any closer to discovering her motive for coming to his place. “So do I. Your pretty dress is all wrinkled.”

She grinned. “The cleaners will make it look brand-new. You’ll see.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Um…”

“What?”

“Two things. The vibrator is still on, and you haven’t released. Daddy, I want to see you climax. It’s so hot when you do.”

He wiped his face. “You are something else, you know that? And I love you. I can’t say no to that invitation. Remove the vibrator and sit on my cock. It’s hard as a rock wanting you.”

Emily’s grin turned wicked. Lifting herself onto her knees, she pulled, the vibrator from her channel, glistening with her juices. The image was erotic and highly stimulating. Now, he couldn’t wait for her to take him.

She situated herself above him. Lining up his crown to the entrance of her core, she slowly engulfed his cock in her warm, delicious heat. Dropping her hands onto his shoulders, she gasped and closed her eyes.

“Don’t do that, baby.” The sound was so gravelly and rough, he barely recognized his own voice. “I want to see your beautiful blue eyes. Take me nice and slow. We’re both going to come.”

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