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Lylah’s finger doesn’t stop, pushing in and out of me at an opposite tempo to the strap that creates a disgusting need for her. It’s not until her free hand reaches around my hip, finally placing her full breasts on my back, that I melt. Wet fingers messilyrub against my clit while her hips push into me over and over again.
“Lylah, fuck.” Words are lost, my brain empties, and I see stars. My pussy tightens, gripping at every inch of the silicone still working in and out of me in short thrusts when I’m no longer able to help myself.
When I told her to fuck right, I had no idea this is what I had in store for the night.
SEVENTEEN
SWITCH
LYLAH
As I’m working Tatum down from her orgasm, I pull my finger out of her back hole and spread her cheeks apart to really take in the view of the silicone cock still filling her so beautifully. “You come apart for me so pretty, Tatum.” Leaning over her back again, I whisper my next words. “Thank you for trusting me with your body.” I pull yet another whimper out of her—yes, I’m keeping track—but I don’t call her out on it. Her handing over the power in any situation has to be hard enough on her, but she really shocked me by letting me lead that whole time.
She’s looking over her shoulder at me, and Iknow she sees me still admiring this view. “I haven’t come that hard in a long time… Actually, I don’t think I ever have with someone else.”
My eyes go wide, and she’s squirming, quickly adding, “I’ve come with other people, just not that hard.”
Relieved, I give her some cocky banter back. “I’ll happily hold that record.”
She removes the strap, which pulls my end slightly from my body, and my clit may as well be beating for my whole body.
Move over, heart, you’re not needed.
On her knees, she matches my position, pulling me into a soft and way too sensual kiss. This is the type of shit that will have me falling for this woman in no time… if I haven’t already. Somehow, she coaxes me to my back with an ease that is one of a predator. A predator that if I crossed in the wild, I would run the other way. But with her, I’ll always be ready to be caught.
This time is no different.
My body melts into the rumpled sheets. Sadly, we’ve moved away from the spot Tatum just got all messy for me, and she can’t see my exaggerated pout with her tongue dancing over mine. Her hand is between us, grabbing the still-vibrating dildoattached to me, and I gasp when she presses it back, meeting my already humming clit.
“It’s sensitive,” I hiss, pulling my lower half away from her slightly. It doesn’t stop me from nipping at her bottom lip, dragging my hoop over where my teeth just grazed hers.
I see the shift in those chestnut eyes that will haunt my dreams. “Blinded by the dominance I just let you have, I see… I’ll have this cunt begging to come for me.” Fuck, I love this side of her.
The side drowning in the control, dominance, and what she thrives on the most—power.
And of course, all I do is roll over like a fucking dog, needing my stomach pat.
My mind going blank when someone I trust takes over is the thing I crave the most, and Tatum has given that to me. I don’t think I ever want to leave this happy little bubble we’re in.
She grabs one of my wrists, pressing it to the cold metal of the bedframe over my head, and my eyes slowly open as she pulls away from my lips. “You’re ready to hand it back over to me, Bubbles?”
My non-answer and head shake have to be what finally tips her over the edge. I’m clearly ready to be a brat for the rest of the night.
She’s quick to grab my other wrist and tie themtogether with some kind of silk around the metal bar. I’m not paying any attention to her working, though. She’s straddling me, and the strap is still around my hips, and her tits are heavy, swaying right above my face. Her body is a true work of art, but her mind, her personality—Tatum—she’s everything.
I’ve never immediately been this comfortable around someone when it came to them seeing my body, and here we are, fucking filming this. That thought alone has me clenching my legs and wishing I could push the vibrating end of this dildo back against my core.
Shifting my legs and hips, I try to push the toy into her so I can get some relief, but she knows exactly what I’m attempting. “The slut needs to learn some patience.” She lightly slaps my breast, and the way I’m moaning would be embarrassing to most, but I can’t find it in me to care when my hot-ass boss is above me, about to fuck my brains out. “You’ve had your fun, and fun it was, but you’re not getting off easy tonight.” She smacks my other breast a little harder, and I try to pull my arms down, but I’m met with the resistance of the silk.
I get three more smacks to the samespot, and the sting quickly morphs into pleasure. Her hands grip my ribs, holding me in place for her devouring. As she runs her tongue around my nipple, it feels harder than it ever has from her hand and now her mouth sucking like I’m the one who’s producing milk.
That thought shouldn’t turn me on either, but it does.
“I’m clearly not the only one who likes nipple play, am I?”
“Please…”
“Please…” She grazes her teeth along my pebbled nipple, and continues. “Please, what, Bubbles? Can you come just from me playing with these?” She sucks the same one into her mouth, harder, her fingers pinching and kneading my other nipple. My head lolls as my chest heaves.
