Page 48 of Pray for the Damned

She nods. “Yes, Sir.” The edge of a whine in her voice makes it hard to remain still. How does she so easily unravel me?

“Good girl. I want you to come for me, Waverly. I want you to come all over the vibrator before I bury my cock down your throat.”

Her eyes press closed for a moment before popping open again, her body wound tight and so close to the edge I’m sure a stiff breeze could throw her over the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let your body fall for me.”

The orgasm builds slowly, her entire body shaking ever so slightly as she fights to remain in the position I put her in. For someone who has never scened like this, she’s delightfully submissive. I expected I would have to train her, but she seems to know what to do to please me instinctively.

The moan that falls from her lips is almost my own undoing as I jerk my cock against the soft pillows. I’m almost jealous of the silicone toy that’s buried inside her as she comes around it,imagining how her pussy must be clenching around it as she falls apart.

Watching Waverly come has quickly become one of my very favorite sights, which makes me think although I’ve leaned more toward orgasm denial in the past, I may be a changed man when it comes to orgasm control.

“Good girl,” I murmur as I run my fingers through her hair. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

“Oh god,” she moans. “Emmett.”

“I’ve got you,” I tell her as the pleasure begins to morph into something else entirely. The toy continues to vibrate against her G-spot and her oversensitive clit without missing a single beat.

“It’s too much,” she whines, her entire body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure that assaults her.

“You can take it, Waverly. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers, her eyes glazing over as she stares up at me.

“Then you’ll keep coming for me until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

Before she gets the chance to respond, I push my cock between her lips, but this time she doesn’t gag. Instead, she works her throat around me, and I slip inside without any resistance, tearing something between a groan and a growl from my throat.

“Oh fuck.” I press myself deeper. “That’s it, Waverly. You have no fucking clue how good you feel. Fuck.”

It takes everything I have to pull back and allow her to breathe before sinking into her wet mouth again, savoring every second of the paradise I knew her body would be.

Waverly may think this is just for the night, but now that I’ve had her, I’ll never be able to let her go.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

WAVERLY

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s overwhelming, and yet I’m desperate for more.

I’ve never felt more confused by my own body, and yet every second is better than the last.

Emmett’s hips snap backward and forward as he uses my mouth the same way I imagine he’ll use my pussy. Every time I swallow around his cock, he lets out a groan that drags me closer and closer to another orgasm despite my last one barely settling.

The buzzing against my clit is almost painful, and yet I’m dangling precariously on the edge of a release that I think may destroy me.

Everything I thought I knew about my body seems to have been wrong, but I’m more than happy for this man to teach me everything he knows if it feels this fucking good.

“I want to come so fucking badly,” he tells me as he pushes forward until my nose rests against him and I’m staring up into his almost black eyes. “But I never want this to end.”

If I could tell him I feel the same, I would. But instead I allow my body to relax into him as the oxygen deprivation begins to register in my mind. Dark spots edge into my vision, but I feeloddly safe in the knowledge that Emmett would never hurt me. Not really, at least. Not in a way I wouldn’t enjoy.

My orgasm crashes over me out of nowhere, as if the lack of air shoved me to the brink, and I’m free-falling as Emmett drags my trembling body off his length.

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