Page 137 of Mayhem
Using the pole in his playroom immediately jumped to the forefront of her mind when Erin thought about something special she wanted to do for him for his birthday. So she pulled on the confidence she had before, determined to make this the best dance he ever watched. She would make him forget any others he’d seen in the room.
Erin caught his eyes while she was halfway up the pole, holding that intense gaze as her body rolled to the music slowly. She dropped her legs, spinning around the pole, arching her back against it while slowly sliding down it. She turned around, gradually standing up, ass on full display for him as she started the last sequence of her dance.
The music began to fade out after the last chorus, and she barely had her feet back on the ground when Cruz was out of his chair, picking her up. She gasped, but it was drowned out quickly by his lips on hers.
He laid her on the bed, his hand sliding down the fabric of the teddy. It settled between her legs, and with a firm tug, he ripped it. Erin let out a whimper.
“Baby, I liked this,” she stated as he pulled his lips from hers, planting soft kisses along her jaw to her neck.
“I’ll buy you another one.”
She was sure he would, and she was tempted to tell him that wasn’t the point, but she had bought it specifically for his birthday. So she guessed he could do with it what he wanted to. The finger he slipped inside her stopped her from doing anything but moaning.
Erin knew she was dripping wet. His eyes on her as she’d danced caused a geyser between her legs. She flexed her muscles around his finger, and before she had time to register what was happening, his clothes were discarded, and he was sinking into her.
She arched into him, her hands gripping the comforter as he bottomed out, filling her, stretching her. The pause of adjustment was brief as he grabbed her hips, pulled out, and drove back in hard.
“Cruz!” she damn near screamed, her hands tightening in the comforter.
“You feel so good around my dick.” He thrust again. “So wet and warm.” Another thrust that had the air punched from her lungs. “A perfect fit around me. Like a fucking glove.”
His thrusts were hard and punishing, and he pulled her to meet each one of them. It was a tightrope of pain and pleasure, and he walked it finely. They’d only started, and she knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
She preened at the praise and tightened her pussy around him. He moaned in response before smirking at her, knowing what his words did to her. He leaned over as he continued to thrust, placing his lips by her ear.
“Such a little praise princess.”
Her pussydrenchedat that. “Baby,” she whimpered.
It was the first time he’d called her that, and it felt incredibly sinful for some reason. It caused heat to coil in her stomach, and she’d be embarrassed that she was already on the verge of cumming if it wasn’t for the fact that it had become her norm with them.
Cruz moved one of his hands and slid it under her shoulder, quickening his pace, and all Erin could do was hold on as he pushed gasps from her lips with his dick. While that ball of heat tightened in her stomach to something almost painful, and then it was spilling from her.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, and she hadn’t realized she’d moved her hands from the bed to his back, her nails digging in until he chuckled, biting her neck.
“That’s it, Maly. Mark me up. It’s only fair since I plan on having your thighs bruised.”
Her breath hitched at his words, and before she could respond, not that she was going to, he’d pulled from her, flipped her over, and pulled her ass into the air. He slapped the top of her left cheek and then the underside of her right in two quick motions before sliding back into her.
One hand was on her waist, the other on her ass, and he was once again fucking her with deep, hard thrusts. Her ass bounced off his abdomen with each one—the sound echoing through the room like surround sound.
Erin’s nipples were sensitive, rubbing against the fabric of the teddy, and after a few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. But when she tried to sit up to take it off, his hand moved from her waist to the back of her neck, and he pushed her back down. Her cheek against the bed, her back arched, ass in the air, and she didn’t think it was possible, but he gave a more arduous thrust that had Erin trying to move off his dick.
“Nuh-uh,” he stated, never stopping his thrusts. “Stay down and stay on my dick. You’re going to take it like this until I cum. You understand, baby.”
Erin bit her lip. It wasn’t a question, but she still nodded. Another hard thrust amid the others. “Yes, yes. I understand,” she amended.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Always so good for me.” He leaned over her and nipped her earlobe. “When you aren’t being a fucking brat,” he whispered.
“Shit,” she cursed, fists balling in the fabric.
She wasn’t always a brat. Typically, she reserved it for when she was in one of their playrooms because that’s what they were for, in her opinion. However, hearing him call her one had the same effect as his praising her.
Erin felt her orgasm building a few minutes later as Cruz’s rhythm became sporadic, and she knew he was close. Her pussy convulsed around him. If his dick needed air to breathe, she was trying to suffocate it.
“Cruz, I’m cumming,” she announced as he angled his hips, brushed her spot, and ripped it from her.
A few more thrusts found him following, holding her tight against him, and Erin moaned because she couldfeelevery spurt that left him. There was so much that she had no doubt it would run out without him pulling his dick out.
