Page 73 of Why Cruise

“Hmmm. Is Mackenzie the kind of girl who has to come now, so she can come more later? Or does she force herself to wait and be all frustrated?”

“Now.”

“You have to be quiet about it, Mackenzie. Keep going, just like that. Make sure his panties are wet enough.”

I press hard on my clit with tight circles.

“I’m sitting like a good boy at the table waiting for you, Mackenzie. What do you think Justice will say when I tell him what you’re doing?”

I slap a hand over my mouth to hold in the scream. He lets me clamp my legs together as I come hard, the explosion almost too intense as it ripples through me.

“When you come back to the table, will you let me lick your fingers clean?” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me upright, his hand supporting my back. He watched me intently as he brought my fingers to his lips. I snatched my hand back and gave him my tongue instead. He tasted like his scent, dark and spicy. It made my whole mouth tingle.

I pulled my tongue from him long enough to say, “Fuck me, Ren.”

His eyes danced all over my face. Like he had all the time in the world to examine my eyelashes, admire the tip of my nose, like he was memorizing how I looked. Like he was never going to see me again.

My throat got tight. All this would end. I needed to know. I needed to know what he felt like inside me. So I could remember.

“Now,” I panted. His hands briefly left me to undo his belt. I bent to the left and dragged that funny shaped pillow closer and draped myself over it.

“Fuck.” He said on a growl.

Instantly, all thoughts melted away, leaving only him and need. Desperate need. I scrambled to pull my sundress up and out of the way. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and wiggled to get them off.

He grabbed my hands and batted them away, smoothing my underwear back into place.

“I saidwewere going to drench his panties.”

I looked back over my shoulder as he yanked the fabric aside, and settled just the tip of his cock to me. I rested my forehead on the floor and just breathed, every part of me alive and waiting for him. He pushed slowly, like he knew my body needed a moment to memorize every ridge and contour, how his hands felt on me. That aching empty feeling that was always there, always desperate, always screaming, sighed and opened, like it knew this was finally it.

He moved slowly at first, tempting that emptiness, keeping it, keeping me on the verge of everything. And then faster, with my name on his lips again and again. He planted a hand on the floor next to me, his nails digging into it. I wanted more of him in me. I pushed up on to my elbows. He growled my name now. Faster and harder. Nails digging intomenow like he needed more of me. I started to come but it wasn’t that explosion that burst from my core and wiped everything away. It started in my fingertips, and collapsed inwards, and dragged all of me, all of him, right to the center of who I was. And I was his.

He brought me upright, both arms around me, still moving with hard little thrusts. I reached my arm up and back, my hand finding his face and bringing his lips to my neck.

The need spoke for me. Not like a separate thing, something outside myself. The need was me, all of me. “Knot.”

He pulled back, like he was unsure, but my body followed his, wanting no space between us. I widened my legs, my hand trailing down my body. I felt his knot with my fingertips, it was tight to my body. His hand joined mine, fingers intermingled, fighting with the fabric of my panties, like we both wanted to savor this in every way possible.

“Mackenzie,” he breathed into me.

I scrambled for his other hand, putting two of his fingers in my mouth. I needed him in me, in all ways, his voice in my ear, everything, filling me with him as my body took his knot.

Now, I was complete.

I let go and let waves of pleasure, him, fill me, fill every space, every bit of me. Making me more than me.

And he didn’t go, he didn’t move away and complain about this part, the waiting for the knot to release part. He… he reveled in it. His hands touched me everywhere, stroking my thighs, cupping my breasts, kissing my neck, like this, this forced connection was the best part.

He moved his hands to my hips and rotated them just slightly. My eyes popped wide. His knot was still huge, locking us together, but the slight friction sent sparks flying through my body.

“Fuck,” the curse bursting from me as I shifted my hips more, jerking in his arms.

“Precious.” His voice was heavy. “Hm. I like that one. I’m going to need you to come again. Precious.”

I squirmed in his hold, delicious wet sounds coming from our joined bodies as I moved. His fingers circled my clit.

“I need my cum deep in you, Mackenzie.”

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