Page 45 of In Control

“Yes,” I gasp as he hits my clit.

“Hmmm,” he says, dragging his thumb to my entrance and circling the sensitive tissue there. “I wonder if you still taste of me.”

His mouth is on me in a flash, and despite what he’d said, he lavishes all his attention on my clit, flicking me so quickly, my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I cry out and he thrusts his tongue deep inside me, moaning as the flavours hit his tongue.

“So good,” he says with a mouth full of my pussy. He fucks me with his tongue, dragging another orgasm from my core and then his attention is drawn to my other hole.

Men have eaten me out here before, but I’ve never enjoyed it that much. I could never let go and savour it. I’d been too wary of putting on a show, of making it good for them and not me.

This time it’s different. There’s no expectation between us. I’m already cruising on cloud nine, all dreamily sensitive from the last two orgasms and I allow myself to sink into the feeling, to lean back against his mouth and enjoy the wet lapping motion of his tongue. It awakens nerves in my backside and when he slides two thick fingers inside my other hole and strokes at my g-spot, I come again.

I want to collapse into the mattress in a puddle after that, but he has other ideas, gripping my waist and thrusting inside, riding the last aftershocks of my orgasm.

“Love the way you flutter around me, little one.”

“I can’t,” I gasp. “It’s too much.”

“What is sweetheart?” he asks, stalling.

“I-I-I …”

“Sophia, you want me to stop?”

“No!” I cry out, “Yes,” I sob. “It’s too much, too much.”

He slides out of me gently, until only the head of his cock rests inside me, and the friction makes me crazy.

“You want me to stop?'“

“Don’t stop!” I beg, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Don’t stop.”

He grinds his way back inside, so slowly it’s torture.

“Noooo!” I wail.

“You need more than that, Sophia? Come on, tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I gasp as he slides out again. “Fuck me hard.”

“You’re a very confusing woman, Sophia,” he grinds back into me, “I’m not sure you know what you want.”

“I do. I want you to fuck me,” I grind out through my teeth.

“Why don’t you let me fuck you like I want to? Why don’t you trust me to know what’s going to feel good for you, little one?”

His fingers start to play at my clit as he continues this slow grind. The tears are flowing freely now, because it feels so good, and yet it’s not enough all at once. He’s keeping me hanging in limbo, not letting me fall, not pounding me into heaven. No, he’s going to lift me there gradually. Gradually … gradually … gradually … until …

“Oh God!!” I scream as a wave of ecstasy hits me so hard stars smash across my vision and the blood sings in my ears. My arms and my legs give way and he follows me down onto the mattress, his immense weight pushing me down. Then he kisses my throat, his pace building now I’ve come. He fucks me hard and then he grunts and I feel his warm come land in ribbons over my backside and my back.

“I’m painting you with my come, sweetheart, just like you wanted.”

His palm is there next, smoothing it into my skin in wide sweeping circles. It’s warm and smells divine.

“I want to taste,” I mutter, and he flips me over onto my back and kneels above me. I open my mouth as he squeezes his knot. More ribbons of come hit my mouth and my face, running down my chin and my tear-stained cheeks.

It’s dirty. And I love every second of it, every damn drop.

I’ve been so busy playing out other people’s fantasies. I’m wondering if now, with this alpha, I’ll have a chance to play out more of my own.

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