Page 57 of Delivered in White

“Staystill.”I slam her leg down playfully and tie it tight, just enough so there’s some pressure. That’s the sweet spot – the thrill that she might not be able to get out. A little bit of panic in the midst of an ocean of pleasure is everything this prissy thing needs.

“I have something for you.” I undo my belt and rip open my pants. Unleashing my cock is the best gift I could give her.

When she doesn’t respond to my little comment, I wonder if she’s considering reneging her decision of no sex.

I kiss her ankle, then her calf, until I get to the tenderness of her inner thigh. I love the way her tan fades the closer I get to her pussy. Those lips are calling me again – so petite and glistening. I stroke myself while sticking my tongue as deep as I can get this time.

The whole bed shakes as she failingly attempts to break free.

Her pelvis rocks forward when she realizes that’s all she can do. I tease a pinky around her asshole to see if she likes it.

“Mmph.” She wants to say no, but stops herself. Poor thing probably never felt anything like this. What kind of sorry excuses for men have you been with, Capri?

“I’m going to cum.” She throws her head back.

“No you’re not.” I stop abruptly, wiping my mouth.

“No, Trino.Why?” She bangs her wrists against the bedframe.

“So you know what it’s like to be tortured. To live in a house with a solid ten, and be rejected from having all of her. Don’t worry, though. I won’t be that cruel to you.” I use my knees to straddle her body, inching up to her face.

She stares at my cock while panting. Her mouth is parted to received it. I don’t know why, but her being tied up – limbs spread – activates the demon inside me. And her still accepting my cock despite her confines is the pinnacle of arousal for me.

I shove it in, and it’s not only the warm embrace of her mouth that makes me want to cum out a river, but it’s the moan as the head hits the back of her throat. She sucks hard as I pump – bright blue eyes holding mine as best she can. One twitches now and again, because it’s too much.

“I know you can’t get enough,” I growl.

“Yes, Daddy,” she chokes out, playing along.

No. Not playing. This woman is possessed.

Possessed enough to take it?

Grabbing a fistful of hair and pushing a little deeper ruins that beautiful makeup in a second. She gags out tears, making it that much hotter. But this isn’t about me.

I pull out and give her a passionate kiss as she gasps for air.

This is about training her to take what’s hers and letting go of that wall she’s so determined to stay behind.

Dragging my cock down her breasts, her belly, leaves a snail trail of her own making as I inch back on my knees. Carefully climbing down her body, I finally reach my destination, teasing my cock over her clit.

She moans, rubbing her pelvis upward to ride her clit along the base of my cock, applying as much pressure as possible.

“I’m going to remind you of something,” her voice is almost all air. “Yesterday.” She rubs harder. “Was the first time I came with someone else. I want it again.”

“Well?” I tilt my head, teasing my cock a little lower, toward her heat-filled pussy.

She shakes her head. “You still don’t get to fuck me. Even though I call you Daddy, I’m not a whore.”

With rod in hand, I bring it back to her clit, begging her to reconsider.

Down it slips again, nearing her heat.

“No,” she says through a moan.

I bare my teeth and pull away, annoyed.

She kicks futilely. “Where you going?Hey.”

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