Page 87 of Beyond the Hate

“My…” Her argument is cut off when I pinch her nipple. She gasps and rubs her legs together.

“What’s wrong, Lace? Do you need something?”

“You promised me multiple orgasms.”

“As I recall, I didn’t promise. You demanded.”

“Same thing.”

I enjoy bantering with Paisley, but I want to make her breathless. I want her mindless with desire and unable to speak in coherent sentences.

I trail my hand down her stomach. I snap open her jeans and sneak my hand under her panties. She widens her legs to give me room to maneuver.

I bite and nibble along her chin until I reach her ear. “What do you want, Lace? My fingers?”

She grasps my wrist and tries to push my hand down. I resist. “You have to tell me what you want.”

“I was showing you.”

“Tell me,” I demand.

She grits her teeth, but she doesn’t speak. I nibble on her earlobe. “Tell me, Lace. Say the word and I’ll give you the world.”

“Fingers,” she grumbles. “I want your fingers.”

I plunge two fingers into her pussy and she moans long and hard. Now we’re getting somewhere. I start to thrust and her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she meets my thrusts.

“I love how wet your pussy is for me.”

Her walls tighten around me.

“This first one is going to be quick. I can’t wait to sink into you.”

I quicken my pace as I use the palm of my hand to press against her clit. She begins to pant.

“Say my name when you come.”

“I’m…”

“Say my name,” I growl.

Her walls tighten and flutter around my fingers as her climax hits.

“Eli,” she moans.

I continue to pump in and out of her until her orgasm wanes. She slumps against me and I kiss her hair. “That’s one.”

“Mmm…”

Nearly speechless is good, but I want her screaming my name before the night is over.

I remove my fingers before shoving her jeans and panties down her legs. Once she’s naked, I pat her ass. “Get on the bed. On your back. Arms above your head holding onto the headboard.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re bossy.”

“And you love it.” I kiss her nose. “Now, get your fine ass into the bed. I need to give you a few more orgasms.”

She glares at me for a moment longer before climbing into the bed. “I want at least two more orgasms.”

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