Page 100 of Pucking the Team
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” A tremble attacked my belly as he straightened and moved down my body, his legs still either side of me.
“You have great tits.” He palmed each of my breasts within the cups of the bra then lifted them from the material, so they were rudely perched over the lace, nipples hard and big.
He tweaked each in turn, watching my face while his big fingers worked.
I breathed through the longing his touch created—he wasn’t gentle but not rough either, and it seemed I really liked that.
“And this red number…” He moved down my body, his hands roaming my waist and the strap of my suspender belt that sat just below my waist. “Was designed to drive me crazy with lust, right?”
“I just wanted you to like what you saw.”
“I like what I see when I look at you, no matter what you’re wearing,” he said. “But red does really fucking suit you.”
I didn’t reply but raised my hips. He tugged my knickers, freeing them from where he’d lodged them into the crack of my ass. He pulled them down my legs and flung them, carelessly, from the bed. He then lay on his stomach between my legs with his hands splayed on my inner thighs.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming about tasting you,” he said, staring at my pussy as he widened my legs further. “I want it all, your pussy, your ass, your girl cum smeared on my face, and I’m gonna take it, Pip, you just lie there and let me feast.” He paused and ran his hands up my thighs until his fingertips were at my outer pussy lips. “And cry out all you want, no one can hear you, no one will disturb us. The only way for us to stop is exhaustion.”
“Oh God,” I whispered when I saw the determination in his eyes. This guy was an elite athlete; if he was planning onfucking until he was exhausted, that could be into next week. I’d never keep up.
But then all thoughts left my mind. He buried his face in my pussy and sought out my clit with his tongue.
“Ah, fuck.” I dragged on my binds and arched my back. Unlike Theo, there was no preamble with Dylan, he’d gone straight for a hard rotation over my clit that was already swollen with arousal and supersensitive.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the wide-open position he had me in. His tongue was wicked, working me hard and fast. The pressure was already building.
And then he added two fingers, driving them deep into my pussy and curling them forward to stroke my inner hot spot.
“Fuck! Dylan, oh…yes, more, Dylan.”
He stopped. Looked up.
“What…?” I was breathing hard, and I stared down at his face.
“More, Sir.” He raised one eyebrow.
“More, Sir. Please…yes, more, Sir. Fuck I’m nearly coming already.”
“And you’re going to keep on coming,” he said. “Remember that.” He wriggled his fingers.
“Oh…please…”
“I know what you need, no demanding, little girl. I run the show.” He swiped his thumb over my clit, watching his actions as he rolled it this way and that. “You’re mine, tonight, and this little clit is so responsive, so sweet, I’m gonna wanna keep on playing.”
“I want to come.” I tried to push down on his fingers, needing more. “Oh…”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Still he toyed with my clit. Not enough to take me over the edge, but enough to have megroaning with longing. His fingers eased in and out of me, gently fucking me. I was soaking for him, sopping.
And then he treated me to his mouth again. I was going to come. It felt so good, but again, just when I thought I was going to, he stopped.
I wailed in frustration and fought my binds.
He removed his fingers, rose over me, and to my relief his cock nudged my pussy.
“You want me to find a condom?” he asked.
“No, no, just fuck me.” I went to grab him, but of course my arms were tied. I growled in frustration. “Fuck me. Now.”
