Page 86 of So Wild

Scott pressed a gentle hand to her mouth. “That’s enough, Samantha, you’re going to take it now. I’m going to make you come.”

The head of her dildo found her pussy, sinking inside with exquisite slowness. Sam closed her eyes, squeezing herself tight over the ridges, remembering how she’d wet the toy with her tongue. She whimpered, so hot and so close it was ridiculous.

“Good girl,” Scott crooned, pulsing the toy deep inside her. “That’s a very good girl. When I first climbed in your window, I didn’t know if I’d find anyone to play with but I’m glad you were here. I’m glad I’m going to watch you come.”

She moaned, the enormity of the toy and the filthiness of the entire scene filling her mind like oxygen. She let go of her and Scott’s shared history, of names and identities. He was just a handsome stranger who’d watched her, who’d seen she was alone and climbed in through her window and tied her up. He was a bad man, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got whatever he wanted from her. Sam pumped herself against the toy inside her and that was all the encouragement Scott needed. He worked the dildo faster, so that the ridges massaged her inner walls, the base rubbing up against her clit. Pleasure rippled through her in hot, welcome waves, she splayed her legs wider needing more, more, more.

“That’s it,” Scott said, pressing his spare hand flat on her stomach as he pumped the toy hard and fast—he was right. This was better than she could do it to herself, it was better thaneverything.

“I’m so close,” she moaned, terrified he would stop or her bonds would dissolve or something would go wrong.

Scott pressed harder against her stomach, his touch firm and reassuring. “I know you’re close, you filthy little girl, now come.”

The sharpness of his voice nearly took her breath away, but it worked. She came almost instantly, screaming into the night air. The pleasure was ruthless, shredding through her like a stone blade and she felt herself gush around the toy. Scott kept pumping and instead of fading, the sensations plateaued. She humped the toy working hard for her second climax.

“I don’t think so,” Scott said. He let go of the toy and began loosening the stockings knots from her wrists.

Sam was instantly, incredibly angry. “Hey asshole, I wanted to—”

“Too bad.” Scott grabbed her tingling right hand and wrapped it around the base of the toy. “You’re going to take it from here.”

“What—”

He grabbed her other hand and, shoving down his tracksuit pants, wrapped it around the base of his warm, throbbing cock. “I said this time would be all about me. I intend to keep my promise. You’re going to work that inside yourself while you get me off.”

Still dizzy from her orgasm and insanely frustrated, Sam tried a token protest. “I don’t want to—”

Scott covered her hand with his own, thrusting the dildo inside her.

“Oh mygod,” Sam moaned and as she did, Scott let go of the dildo, threading his fingers through her hair and bringing the head of his cock to her lips. Sam’s response was automatic—she sucked him deep.

Scott grunted his pleasure. “That’s good, baby, but don’t neglect your pussy. Fuck yourself while you suck me off.”

But she already was, her own hand continuing the work he’d left behind. It didn’t feel as good, not as deep or intense but it didn’t matter, she was so fucking turned on.

“That’s it,” Scott muttered. “Fuck yourself and pretend it’s me. Better yet, pretend there’s two of me.”

Sam moaned around him.

“Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you?” Scott crooned, gathering her hair into a ponytail in his fist. “You look so pretty getting done at both ends, Sammy. Now suck me harder. Make me happy.”

She pushed the toy inside herself, her back taught, her nipples aching. She was so worked up, she was so close…

Scott fisted her hair tight. “You coming?”

She pulled him out of her mouth long enough to say, “Yes. Scott, can you please call me names?”

For a second he smiled, the neat, handsome man from the French restaurant, then his face went dark and his wet cock shoved itself back into her mouth. “You filthy little slut, you love taking my cock. You’ve been dying for it. This is how it should have been last night, you pleasing me like this, pleasing both of us like this.”

Sam shoved the now-hot handle of the toy back and forth, sweat slicking her skin, Scott’s cock throbbing between her lips. She said his name, the sound garbling on his cock.

Scott’s grip on her hair grew tighter. “Fucking take me, you whore. Just take me.”

His voice, the insufferably posh way he said ‘whore’ did it for her. She let her orgasm rush over her, flipping her head and filling her with throbbing heat—filthy, filthy,perfect.

“Samantha,” Scott moaned, his dick swelling between her jaws. “I’m gonna fucking finish.”

She sucked harder, needing to get him to the place he’d brought her to—twice. She didn’t have long to wait. He gave a strangled moan and climaxed, his hand loosening from her hair. Sam swallowed him, tasting salt and man.

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