Page 59 of Spoiling Lillian
“Deep breaths, Baby.”
I inhale, expanding my lungs, and then scream when he presses the toy to my clit again.
“That’s it… That’s my good girl. Show me how fucking pretty you are when you come, Lils.”
His free hand has moved to my pelvis, and he has to apply a lot of pressure to keep me from squirming, but he manages.
Sensation overload makes me delirious, the pressure and need rising until I’m so close to the edge of the universe.
There’s a moment where I hover, floating out of my body, teetering at the top. And then I’m falling, my orgasm taking over, my pussy pulsing. Luckily, he stops the vibrations and presses his thumb against my clit.
I come so hard I’m shaking from head to toe. Tears rush to my eyes, and I’m still trembling violently when I blink at him. “Bryson…” My voice sounds far away. I’m not sure if it’s because my ears are ringing or if I’m unable to project.
He eases the bullet out of my channel, and kisses my pussy reverently before rising above me, his hands bracketing my face. He’s smiling. “You’re the fucking sexiest woman alive.”
My body twitches involuntarily as if I’m being shocked. I’m breathing heavily.
“Do you still want my cock, Lils?”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage. I tug my hands out from under my butt and reach for him, clasping on to his shoulders. “Pants off,” I order.
He kisses me briefly before rising up. Staring at me the entire time, he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper.
My chest rises and falls dramatically as I watch him. I don’t want to blink. I want to see everything and commit this moment to memory.
Bryson hooks his fingers under the edge of his underwear, lifts the elastic over his erection, and lowers the denim and cotton down his legs.
My breath hitches as his shaft pops free. It’s huge and bulging, with a thick vein running along the length. Suddenly, I need to touch it, hold it, feel it, lick it.
Without permission, I scramble around so I’m facing him and crawl toward him.
“Fuck, Lils,” he murmurs as I let my breasts sway. Who knew I had such a seductive side?
Dropping onto my bottom, I sit on the edge of the bed, wrap my legs around his thighs, and reach for his length with my hands.
He arches toward me, encouraging me as he threads his fingers into my messy bun. He gently removes the band from my hair and combs through my locks.
There’s a drop of white pre-come on the tip of his erection, and I lean forward and drag my tongue over it. It’s instinctive. I love how he moans, his hands tightening in my hair. I feel powerful.
I flick the bulbous head with my tongue again, pushing against the slit.
Bryson groans this time, the tone deep and sexy. “Lillian…” His voice is reverent.
I stroke a finger up and down his shaft, learning it’s very smooth and hard. There are several pulsing veins, and I wonder if they’re always there or only when he’s erect.
His hands come to my shoulders and smooth up and down my biceps. “I’m so fucking hard, Baby,” he coos. “If you want me inside you, you’ll need to explore more later.”
I tip my head back and smile.
He bends and grabs me around the waist, growling as he drags me to the middle of the mattress.
I whimper when he draws back, wondering where he’s going as he reaches for the nightstand drawer. More toys? Surely not.
Oh right… When he climbs between my legs, he’s tearing into a condom wrapper. Thank God one of us has brain cells. My head was not thinking about protection. We don’t need it, but he doesn’t know that.
I reach up and take it from his hands, tossing it to the side before he can open it fully.
He stares at me, eyes narrowed in confusion. “If you’re not ready…”
