Page 58 of Delivered in White

I’m so fucking frustrated. No one has ever rejected me this close to the finish line before.The fuck?

“Aw, what’s the matter? Daddy doesn’t get his way, and he stomps around like a toddler?” She smirks at me. “Fine. Then un-cuff me so I can finish myself – like my old days.”

How isshethe one tied up,taunting me?

I pace around the room with a cock made of stone, dying for her pussy.

How isshe, commandingme?

She pops what little of her ass she can all tied up, shaking it while biting her lip. “C’mere, Daddy. Don’t leave me hanging.Please? Tease it over my clit. C’mere. Let me gag on it first.”

This woman’s a prude and a freak wrapped in one.

My boner has never been so confused, and it seems to be leading me to those baby blues again, right onto her tongue that accepts it like a runway. Watching her mouth full of me is the second hottest thing. Fine, I’ll give her some back.

My fingers rub where she’s been begging, making her fists and toes clench.

“Mhm.” She nods as best she can with a rod invading her mouth. Then she whips her head the other way. “Fuck my clit again.Please.”

“No.” I shove it back in her mouth, and she takes it while I press two fingers into her. She gags again, and it feels like good enough punishment, so I whip it out and jump over her.

We’re in fucking missionary position, and I’m not allowed to enter.

This isbullshit.

My cock slides up and down her clit as our bodies are pressed together. She picks her head up, begging for a kiss with a lone tear stuck to her cheek.

“You’re amazing at this, Trino. What—have—I— been—missing—”

I pump harder over her clit, making her stammer. Every nefarious thought tells me to slip it in and call it an accident. But I can’t. If she’s not ready. I’ll respect it until I fucking earn it.

The cum is building up as she does everything she can to be closer to my body. She locks her chin over my shoulder, arches her back, pumps her pelvis.

As her whole body tenses and quivers, I know I’m in the clear.

“Fuck!”I cum all over her belly, wincing in the best orgasm I’ve had in a while. My eyes barely register her wide-open mouth, hair spilled all over the blankets as she’s frozen in momentary ecstasy.

We both exhale as I roll over.

“Holy shit,” she breathes through her mouth. “I went blind for a second.”

I hop off the bed in nothing but my suit socks. “And you only got a taste.” I stalk away.

“Hey, where you going? A little help, please.”

Can’t hide my grin as I head for the door.

Sheclangsher cuffs. “Trino.Hey!”

I hold the door a second before closing it. “Torture goes both ways,hun.”

Chapter 17

Tristano

Me and Capri are fake mad at each other. There’s a glow about her since we almost fucked. Yeah, I may have left her tied to the bed with my cum drying over her belly for about thirty minutes, but she’s getting over it.

Now back to business.

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