Page 17 of Tempted

Hugh’s smug face was inches from my face.

“That’s it. You cum when I say you do.”

His fingers lightly skimmed my thigh and I jumped.

“Repeat it.”

I grunted as he teased closer and closer to my throbbing pussy, staying just far enough away that the ache was almost painful. He raised his eyebrows as his hand hovered over my mound.

“I cum when you say I do,” I growled.

He leaned in and kissed me. It was all teeth and tongue, forcing me to duel with him. I felt his hand continue its teasing assault, this time it was his palm circling around and around as I tilted my hips beneath him.

Fingers probed my entrance and I whimpered against his mouth.

“Shh,” he said, pushing his fingers into me slowly, leaning back and watching me intently as he curled his fingers upward and explored until he found the spot that made me cry out.

“There it is.” His tone was triumphant, like he’d unlocked some secret cheat code. As he started to caress that spot over and over, I realized he had. The movements against my g spot started slowly, in a teasing, tight circle. My pussy milked his fingers as he worked to keep the same torturous pace.

I was on fire. Grabbing at the ties, my legs began to shake as the heat consumed me.

“Please, don’t stop,” the plea came from my chest, a begging grunt in a voice I’d never used before.

His fingers started to move a little quicker, the circles a little broader.

My grunt became a long moan, I wanted to move, but I was afraid to lose it. Afraid he wouldn’t let me cum, so I kept my hips as still as I could, feeling my legs shake harder.

I was putty in his hands, and he drove me to the edge. Tears welled in my eyes as I started to murmur something, anything. He couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when I was so close.

“Please, please let me cum,” I mewled.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum.”

I stumbled over the edge. Everything around me became fuzzy and I went numb. I was so overcome by it that it felt like my heart had stopped beating in my chest, my entire body shaking as I felt liquid gushing across the desk.

My throat was raw as I cried out over and over, clenching as my orgasm built and built with every twist of his fingers.

Even as he pulled free, my muscles contracted, and I kept coming, feeling the waves cresting over and over.

It wasn’t until Hugh gathered me in his arms that I realized my hands were free. He leaned over me, entering me in one glorious thrust. I clung to him with my thighs as he grunted, his hips staying still while my muscles continued to contract.

“Oh my God,” he choked out.

I was hungry for more, I was craving him. Reaching for him, I pulled his hips in close. Hugh swore and dropped his head back. He was sweating and struggling to stay still. But I didn’t want him still – I wanted to feel every inch of him pumping into me, touching all of my spots and sending me into the stratosphere.

I rolled my hips beneath him, smiling. Hugh grabbed my throat and pushed me back down on the desk, hovering over me.

“You’re a menace. I wanted to take my time,” he said, pulling his dick in and out at an achingly slow rhythm.

I laughed, tilting my hips so he could seat himself deeper in me.

“I think you should take what you want,” I repeated.

Hugh reached for my hand at his waist, and he slid our fingers to my clit, moving with me, building me back up.

“I’ll take it, alright,” he whispered.

He grabbed at my thighs and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

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