Page 93 of Laurels and Liquor

“Someone’s an eager beaver,” she teases, playing up her twang for effect.

“I’m always aching for you, love,” I murmur, words raw with honesty.

She flushes under my praise, and I fight the urge to do more. That light pink spreading across her cheeks and chest as she turns away and goes to my dresser might be my favorite color in the entire world.

As she pulls out a bottle of lube from a drawer, she makes sure to bend over enough for me to catch a glimpse of her glistening pussy and—oh God, I don’t know how or when, but she’s nestled a plug between the cheeks of her perfect ass, the glittering green gem catching the light from the bedside table. I try to figure out when she would have had time to do that, but my train of thought goes off the rails completely as she crawls over the footboard between my legs, nudging them apart until she can settle on her knees, poised directly above my pulsing, leaking dick.

The first drop of lube along the shaft makes me hiss from the chill, and I arch up as several more hit me seconds later. The contrast in temperature shocks my system, the orgasm that seemed so close a moment ago drifting away. Lydia doesn’t waste time, spreading the gel over every inch of me, until I’m bucking up into her hands again. But then my jaw falls open as she spreads the excess between the valley of her breasts, playing with her nipples and massaging them. The entire time, she holds eye contact, watching my every reaction, and I can feel her satisfaction with what she’s seeing. Because I’m truly hypnotized by the way her tits move and fall, the heft of them overflowing her lithe fingers. And when she leans down and positions them around my cock, squeezing until I’m completely surrounded, sliding her breasts up and down, I’m a goner.

I try to match her movements, to make her go faster, harder, anything other than the slow, teasing pace she’s set. The softness of her supple flesh combined with the slick lube almost feels like I’m inside her, and I need more. I groan and pant with abandon, chasing my orgasm as she works hard to fuck me with her perfect tits. I’ve dreamed of this moment, but it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

“Lydia, please. God, you feel so good,” I moan between heaving breaths.

“Tell me what you want,” she prompts, girlish and full of teasing laughter.

I growl and clench my fists. I could break loose and take what I want right now, and she’d be nearly powerless to stop me. But the joy and pleasure she’s getting from this power exchange tastes like honey candy on my tongue. I can hold out a little longer for her. So I grit my teeth and swallow, trying to regain some semblance of control.

“Please, can I have your perfect pussy, my goddess? I need you, need to feel you,” I plead.

Lydia chuckles, and I realize my mistake a moment too late. She sits up and wipes away some of the lube from her skin and mine with a cloth she’d had laid out before crawling up my chest and settling with her dripping core above my face.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she practically purrs, leaning forward to drape herself across my chest and stomach, and putting her cunt in perfect feasting position.

I dive in without another moment of thought, not even caring about the obscene slurping sounds I make as I drink deep. Licking and sucking on her clit, thrusting my tongue as far as I can inside of her, doing everything I possibly can to please my omega. She whines as I flick the tip of my tongue rapidly over her clit, grinding down against my mouth. I can feel the end of the plug against my nose, and I use that to my advantage, moving my head so I can press against it, fucking her as best as I can. She moans, her legs starting to shake as she approaches the edge. I want to tease, to pull back and delay her release, but then the warm heat of her mouth surrounds the head of my cock, and all reason abandons me.

Bending my knees until my feet are against the mattress, I jostle Lydia farther down onto my face, even as I thrust up into her mouth. The vibrations of her moans around my cock feel like heaven, and I return the favor by sucking her clit between my lips and humming, making her whole body twitch from the intensity of the pleasure. It’s a race now, to see who can make the other come first, and damn her if she isn’t testing the limits of my control. The sloppy sounds of her mouth as she sucks more and more of me down her throat, combined with her shameless moans, make my spine tingle. But I’m giving as good as I’m getting, using every trick I’ve learned in the last year to push her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

“Fuck, yes! Rhett, don’t stop. I’m going to come!” Lydia screams, releasing my cock with an obscene pop.

She loses herself in the pleasure, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of my hair to keep me pressed against her core. I wouldn’t be able to stop if God himself came down and commanded it. Her whole body vibrates until, at last, she throws her head back and screams my name, riding my tongue through the waves of her climax. I do my best to clean her juices from between her quivering folds, but I can still feel it soaking into my facial hair. She finally releases me and collapses forward onto my chest, breathing hard. The position unfortunately shifts her pussy out of my reach, but I’ve had enough of this game. She’s had her fun, and now I need to fuck her in the worst way.

She doesn’t seem to notice as I shift, twisting my wrists around until the rope loosens just enough for me to slip free. I keep my hands above my head, sighing.

“Have you enjoyed yourself so far, my love?” I ask mildly.

She hums, nodding against my abs. I chuckle, cracking my neck slightly.

“Good. Because it’s my turn,” I say, my voice dropping a full octave.

Before she can respond, I bring my hands down hard onto the cheeks of her peachy ass, the crack filling the room. She jumps, trying to twist to face me, but I’m too quick. I buck my hips at the same time as I grip her around the waist, moving her until she’s poised over the tip of my cock. Lydia makes a noise of protest, but I still feel her reach down and align the tip of my cock with her entrance in the moment before I slam her down, filling her completely with one stroke. Her hands scramble for balance as I set a brutal pace, my teeth gritting as I watch her ass bounce on my lower stomach. Her pussy is still soaked and pulsing from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and it squeezes me tight as she hurtles toward another. She’s sensitive, and she screams every time the head of my cock brushes against her G-spot.

“Sir, please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you,” Lydia moans, and the playful little tug on our bond makes me smirk. So this is how she wants to play? Fine with me.

I growl, planting my feet before flipping us over, pressing her face down to the bed without ever withdrawing. Her palms slide on the soft sheets as she struggles to lift herself up, but I catch her wrists and drag them up toward the headboard, securing them with the same rope she’d used on me. She whimpers, pulling at the bonds, but I sit back and admire the view before me. The love of my life, my perfect omega, speared on my cock, a plug in her ass, and her hands bound above her head. Beautiful.

“You’re going to have to earn my forgiveness, little one. So be a good girl, and fuck yourself on my cock,” I say, lacing my words with false disappointment.

Lydia nods and does her best to get her knees and elbows under her before she sets to following my instructions with vigor. She doesn’t hold back, fucking herself deep and hard as I stay still, admiring her from behind. My hands drift to rub at the globes of her ass, and she gasps, her rhythm faltering for a moment before she finds it again.

“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, sweet girl?” I coo, still rubbing gentle circles on her cheeks.

She nods, not pausing her rocking motion. I chuckle and bring my left hand down hard onto her ass, soothing away the sting. She gasps, and her pussy clenches around my cock, our bond sparking like a live wire. I take over the thrusting as I spank her again, this time on the right, and her head drops as she just lets go and slides into sub space. I spank her twice more, marveling as I feel her bliss, her peace as she gives in to her base instincts and submits to me. Her skin turns red and warm under my hands, and she whimpers as I grip the soft mounds and really pound into her.

“You’re so tight, so full with this deep in your perfect ass,” I growl, using my thumb to press against her plug.

Her muscles spasm, and her moans grow higher and higher, but right as I know she’s about to peak, I slow down, waiting. She turns her head, looking over one shoulder at me. Her eyes are glassy with need, face flushed and lips parted. She arches her back, trying to get me to move, but another swat on the ass makes her go still.

“Please…” she whimpers, voice breaking.

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