Page 295 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
Each smack sharp keeps me right on the edge, trembling, biting back groans, pressing forward, entirely lost in the sensations, and fully aware that I’ll take every hit she gives me.
But when her fingers brush along the side of my cock, heat flickers low in my stomach.
“Jade—”
“You like that?”
“You know I do.”
“You’re so hard for me.” Her voice is wicked, and the clipboard taps lightly against my ass. “All that spanking and you’re straining for my touch.”
I let the groan escape, and it crawls up my throat like sandpaper. “Yes.” It’s all my shaky voice can manage.
Her thumb brushes over the tip of my dick as her fingers stroke along the shaft.
I’m going to rip the sheets with how hard I’m seizing them. Her fingers move faster, and every stroke drives me higher.
My chest heaves. My breath is ragged. My back arches, and my hips jerk.
The clipboard strikes, and her hand strokes the spot fast. Heat surges low, a coil tightening in my stomach.
“Fuck—” I breathe against the sheets. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna come...” I shift to rise, but her hand settles on my shoulder, a silent request to stay. “I want to be inside you.”
“My control, remember?”
I growl.
Shit.
I drop to my elbows. I ain’t shooting it in the damn bed, but I don’t tell her that. And the faster her hand works, the tighter my control slips. Pressure swells, unbearable, and I know one more stroke like this is going to wreck me.
I’m hanging on by a damn thread.
“Come for me. Right here. On my command.”
The words hit me, and I can’t hold back. Heat, pain, pleasure, anticipation—everything explodes at once.
“Fuck—” My body shudders violently.
The release rips through me. My vision narrows and blurs to bright, white-hot flashes behind my eyes. My cock pulses and my muscles quake as I blow my load hard right here in the sheets. Her fingers keep moving, prolonging my shudders.
“That’s it.” She sounds so damn satisfied. “All mine, just like I said.”
I collapse slightly, sweat slick, pulse thundering, utterly overwhelmed, but entirely hers. Every gasp, every twitch, every pulse of my body belongs to her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When my vision comes to, so does my pool of cum.
Fuck, that’s all me.
All for her.
She made me come like this, and I can’t even hide it. And I don’t want to.
I hear her laugh, soft, wicked, and full of delight. My head lifts just enough to see her eyes sparkling, the clipboard forgotten for the moment.
“You came so hard.”
I flush, a mix of embarrassment and pride surging through me. “In the damn bed.”
