Page 71 of Winning Brynn

I don't answer him in words. I simply roll the condom down his length, toss the wrapper over my shoulder, and sink down onto him.

"Oh, fuck," he moans, hands flying to my hips to keep me grounded on his lap. "You're so fucking tight."

And he's so fucking big, but not uncomfortably so. He stretches me to my limit without pushing me over it, filling every inch of space I have to give him so that I feel him everywhere. Simply, he's the perfect fucking fit.

Slowly, I raise myself up, only to impale myself back onto him. Over and over, I repeat the same motion, bouncing on his dick until my breasts bounce and my forehead begins to bead with sweat. Leo's hands find my ass, stroking, kneading, guiding my movements. I'm supposed to have the control, but I guess he just can't help himself.

"Shit, I don't think I'm gonna last," he rasps. "You feel too good."

"Don't you dare come," I growl, switching up my movements so that I'm grinding on him instead. "Not until I say so."

Rocking my hips back and forth, I find a rhythm that has me trembling. When his thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight little circles round and round, I shatter.

The orgasm takes me with force. Like stormy waves, it crashes through me, somehow more powerful than either of the other two I've already had tonight. It seems to go on and on, only intensified by the look of sheer agony on his face at the strength it's taking him to hold his own back.

And then I stop.

I can feel his dick swollen inside of me, aching for release. His fingers are tense where they dig into my hips, his face a picture of pain and confusion.

"What are you—"

"Remember the first day when you refused to beg?" I cut him off, a sly smile stretched across my lips. "You're gonna make that up to me now."

His nostrils flare as he tries to rock up into me. But I hold firm, squeezing his sides with my knees to restrict his movements.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am." I grin victoriously. "I really, really am."

I squeeze the muscles of my pussy around him, simply because I like the way it makes him twitch. He groans, hips pulsing under me, though only slightly because I won't let him move.

"You know I could flip you over right now and fuck you until I fill you with my cum," he growls.

"But you won't."

"You're awfully confident."

"Mmhmm." I nod. "And you know why? Because you're secretly loving this. Your dick is so hard right now. It's desperate to come, isn't it?"

"You're a monster, Brynn Wolfe."

"You like me this way."

Leaning over him, I grind down on him again. I run my tongue over the shell of his ear, kissing his neck, his throat, grazing my teeth over his earlobe until I feel his legs begin to tremble.

"You're so close, aren't you?" I whisper. "You want to come so fucking bad."

"Brynn." He rasps my name like a prayer, the sound thick with desperation.

I ride him earnestly, working him over just slow enough to keep him on the very edge. I meant what I said. I won't let him come until he begs.

"Ask nicely, Leo," I say, keeping my voice gentle and low. "Beg me to fuck all the cum out of your dick, and I'll give you what you want."

His breaths leave him short and shallow. I can see the tension in his face and can feel it in his body as he grows closer and closer to release.

"Just one little word."

"Please." I almost don't hear it. It's so quiet, so rasped, that it nearly gets lost between pants. But then he says it again, and I swear to all that is holy, there is no sound in this world sweeter than Leo Sullivan begging. "God Brynn, please let me come."

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