Chapter 4

I took the fingers and pushed her lace panties to the side to enter her even as I possessed her mouth again, kissing her soundly.

Her fingers wrapped securely around my triceps and shoulders while I touched her. Her vibrating moans in my mouth buzzed my brain and made me dizzy.

Just before she got there, I took her by the hips to flip her over. I picked up her hips so she would be kneeling. I slipped my hands under her dress to touch the bare skin of her front — supple, beautiful skin that my hands remembered with ease.

I entered her again from behind; she rolled back and forth in arousal. Three fingers in her made her cry out and squeeze me back with her walls.

I touched her skin everywhere while she supported herself on her palms. When she started to get close again, I brought my fingers out.

“Mor! I need to come, please!”

“You’re not getting coddled today, darlin’. I’m in charge.” I took the cock out and folded the jean zipper in on itself so it wouldn’t scratch her delicate skin.

I slapped her ass. “Right?”

“Yes! You’re in charge.”

I ran my fingers through her slit, finding her gushing with the denied orgasms. I spread the juices over her lips, then took more to coat the dildo.

I held the bend of her hips as I saw her lips slide over the cock. A few minutes was all it took to get her back up. I drove into her roughly, making her gasp and scream every time my hips met her ass. The pink panties were getting in the way, so I tore at them, leaving her pussy fully exposed.

I steeled myself to amp up the roughness. I wasn’t used to making love to her like the video she’d been watching earlier. I grabbed her hair around my fist as I latched onto her throat with my other hand, careful not to press on her windpipe. My forearm was holding her weight at her chest; the hold I had over her neck was starting to turn me on, too.

She sat up as I gripped her and doggedly pressed into her. Her hands clenched and unclenched, floundering around my forearms, looking for something to lock onto.

“I’m so — close,” she panted breathlessly through a keening moan.

I slowed down; she whined. I loosened my hold on her while she scrabbled to keep me in place. Pushing her forward by the small of her back, the strap left her pussy. Once she complied, and laid down on her back. I straddled her pelvis, then lifted her knees like I’d done earlier. Slipping my legs underneath her, I pressed against her center briefly. I rolled her over again. It was much smoother that time. I pressed her wrists into the mattress and she groaned in arousal, wiggling her hips.

I pulled her dress up to reveal more of her flushed back. My palms caressed the soft skin of her back, then scratched down, leaving faint red lines. I touched her plump bottom, squeezing firmly to make her groan with her ever-heightening arousal. I slipped the slickened cock inside her again.

Her hands clawed into the covers on the bed. I stroked inside her, starting a hot rhythm again. Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched under my hips. She twisted under me, chasing her orgasm. The arousal was dripping down between her lips.

The wet squelch was harmonizing with her sharp gasps and my jangling neckwear.

“Ugh.” She let out a prolonged groan. “Please, Mor.”

“Please what?” I panted breathlessly.

“Please, daddy. I need to come! Let me come, please.”

My hips sped up, and I thrust roughly, leaning on my palms. Her hands stretched up to grip at a slat of our headboard. Her body twitched, and she gulped in air as her orgasm hit. I saw as the slat splintered and bent in her grip. Her walls were squeezing the dildo, and I thrust languorously while she came down. Her cheek rested on the mattress as she caught her breath; her trembling lower body relaxed.

My finger traced her spine where the valley held her sweat. I took off my cowboy hat, then pressed my mouth to her sweaty neck, kissing her softly. “You’re so sexy, Suz. You keep surprising me.”

“Me? Geez, Mor! That was amazing. I honestly didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Whatever. I watch porn, too. I just like to treat you like fine china more than whatever that was.”

I chuckled. “It was good, though?” I asked as I rolled over next to her.

She sighed in and out shakily. “Yes. So hot. Cowboy striptease, a hell of an orgasm, your dirty talk — oh! — and the hair pulling and all that.” Her eyes drooped closed as she enjoyed her post-orgasm. While I waited, I finished tearing off the splintered slat she’d broken, then tossed it off to the side of the bed. We definitely needed to replace the headboard; at that point, it was less of a headboard and more like a flimsy empty wooden frame. If she tried to hold onto it while sitting on my face, it would all fall forward with minimal exertion.

She eventually sat up to take her dress, and to finish taking the strips of her torn panties off. She straddled me to kiss me urgently, pausing to put my cowboy hat back on. Her head tipped my hat as she kissed me, but I pressed into the cold wall to brace for her onslaught. My back was at an angle against the wall.

Her kisses were sloppy, just trying to get closer to my skin. I panted against her mouth. It was dirty and delicious.

She gripped my sides and sashayed her way down my body, dragging her open mouth across my overheated skin. I gulped, and gripped the tangled covers.

She bit at my skin below my bellybutton; it made my ass clench in arousal. She peeled off my tight jeans and boxers; the cock went with them. My boots came off temporarily, but then she put them back on, leaving me naked except for the boots, jewelry, and hat.

I chuckled despite the spike in arousal I felt. She was hot, cute, and fun.

She smiled at me as she worked her way back between my legs. I could feel her hard nipples drag over my calves. My breathing became heavy as I tried to focus on her ministrations. She bit at the skin on my thigh; my pussy was contracting in arousal in the wake of her urgent movements.

“You smell lovely,” she mumbled over the crease of my thigh and lips.

Her tongue stuck out as she licked up my lips slowly, staring straight into my eyes. Expressive as they were, they were successfully transmitting all the filthy things running through the still-sparking pathways of her lust-filled mind — and even, it seemed to me, through her very veins.

She crawled back up my body, then leaned close to my ear to whisper hoarsely. “I have half a mind to deny you until you scream my name after that stunt you pulled earlier.”

“Please, baby,” I pleaded. “I want to come.”

“Hm. Let’s see how I feel in a little bit.” She licked at the inner shell of my ear, making me shudder. On her way to settle back between my legs, she sucked in a nipple harshly. Once she got to her final destination, she wove her arms around my legs to place her warm palms on my lower belly.

She separated my lips with her fingers and rubbed her tongue firmly back and forth over my clit, starting a relentless pace. I clenched my jaw tightly while my pants became more irregular.

“I won’t let you come if I can’t hear you…” She looked at me with a smirk.

“That’s a good start.” She attached her mouth to my inner lips as a reward.

And thus, the hottest game she’d invented started.

When I swore, she gave me a kiss on my lips.

When I moaned, she gave me licks across my clit.

When I whined out in a keening tone, she sucked on me.

When I screamed her name, she held a firm suction over my clit as I raced towards my orgasm. I couldn’t keep screaming though, so she didn’t let me come.

“Please. Please. I’ll — god!” I almost cried at my throbbing need, so close but not getting there. “SUZIE!”

She sucked on my clit harshly while running her tongue firmly over my glans, just like I’d done to her. I bucked violently while my upper body relaxed in stages. My shoulders lowered slowly, and my body spasmed.

The focus came back in my eyes to see her wiping at her mouth hotly.

“I don’t know when you’re the hottest!” I rubbed at my face violently; the blood had left it to rush everywhere else, feeling like crawling ants inside my cheeks. I took an open palm to slap myself roughly, hoping it would bring me back to my senses quicker.

“I think you have a slapping kink.” She sat her ass between my legs while she draped her legs over my thighs to run behind my back where there was a tiny space on the bed. My shoulder blades were still resting against the hard wall.

“I don’t know. No one’s ever done it to me before. I guess it would depend.”

“I’m not sure. I guess you can try, and I could just let you know.”

She raised her eyebrows, then rubbed her ass further up my front, stimulating the edges of my lips. “Really? You wanna try?”

I shrugged then took the hat off. “Never know until we try, right? We tried something a little new today, so let’s keep it going.”

“Okay.” She looked at me appreciatively. She pressed herself to me and clutched me tightly.

I sighed deeply before she sealed her mouth on mine.

I moaned wantonly at her… endurance? Nonstop libido? Sweet, sweet affection overflowing in the sweaty film between our bodies? Yep, that’s probably it.

She kissed me as if she were starving for me. I gripped the soft skin of her back and ran my palms in circles lower and lower down, finally gripping her ass tightly. She moaned into my mouth.

She detached, then leant back, looking seriously at me. “Apples, stop. Lemon, slow down or gentler, okay?”

I nodded quickly, getting painfully aroused again. “Apples. Lemon,” I repeated.

“Okay, then!” She smiled widely, and it made my blood run cold for a second. Despite all we’d been through, I held her on such a high pedestal, and she’d been my boss for almost exactly half of the time we’d known each other. She was so much fucking smarter than me, too, I couldn’t help to wonder what on earth was going on inside her head. It froze my blood and made my heart drop down to my stomach, but… Man oh man, was it so much fun.

I grinned back at her before she started to attack my neck.

Electricity buzzed down my spine over and over again. I clawed into her shoulder blades. She shifted a little away from my body for a better angle, then dug her middle and ring fingers into my center.

“Geez, I want you again,” I muttered. My throat vibrated against her mouth.

She gripped the bend of my neck firmly while digging the fingers in and out slowly. She looked into my eyes intensely. “How much?”

“Will you ask for it nicely?”

“Yes. Please make me come again, baby.”

Her fingers dug into me faster; she then added one more to fuck me roughly. The coil in my groin took up so much of my lower torso. I felt sparks shooting towards my clit in an endless wave. Electricity shot up my legs as well as from the deepest part of the center of my body, all to converge in a huge catastrophic explosion.

Her fingers left me suddenly, and my pussy contracted in a pulsing ache.

“No! Please!” I sobbed.

She stuck two wet fingers in my mouth, making me suck off my own juices. She used them to play with my tongue, caressing it, then took them out to hold my left cheek. “You’re flushed,” she said in reverence. “You’ve lost it, haven’t you?”

“I need you to beg for it.”

“Please, baby. Let me come.”

She took her other hand, and slapped my cheek. Her hand that was holding my left cheek anchored my head. I felt the sting of her slap, but no whiplash.

It made me jolt in arousal, and I felt her phantom fingers in my pussy for a moment. My clit felt three times as big. “Fuck. Please, Miss Kinsey. I’ll do whatever you want.” I slipped into the domme name that we used once in a while.

“Good girl. I want you to beg again and mean it.” Her face was looking down at me, and her eyes were blazing. She didn’t look overly stern or too passive. Her face had this ambiguous level of power that one didn’t want to test.

“Please, Miss Kinsey. I just want to come.”