Page 18 of Craving Consequences
Her moan is sultry and delicious. The satisfied purr of a woman enjoying the cock between her thighs. I’m perfectly content letting her use me. Letting her find her pace. She’s beautiful like this, naked and in the midst of her own passion. I want nothing more than to keep her like that, but far in the back of my muddled brain, I am fully aware that we’re parked on the side of the highway.
“Next time,” I promise her. I drag my top up over my head and toss it somewhere. My arms come up around her and I drag her flush into my chest. Skin to skin. “I’ll make it up to you,” I whisper into her ear as I reach down and align my cock to her entrance. “I’ll let you ride me all night.”
She makes no objections when slipping her arms around my neck. Her hips lift to give me room and wiggles down once I’m in place.
“Make it up to me now,” she breathes into my neck.
She sinks down on me. Too far.
Her channel is a tight, wet fist gripping me in place. It’s alluring, greedy with need as she tries to take even more.
“Just the tip,” I growl into her shoulder, torn between letting her and sticking to the plan.
“Little more,” she pants. “I want to feel you in the morning.”
It’s all I want, too, but there’s a plan for a reason. Fuck if I know what that is when she’s rolling and bucking, anddistorting everything else. But I catch myself. I let my need for control take the reign and I fist her hair. Yank. Drag her head back, exposing her throat to my teeth. Her throat arches beneath my teeth, pulse against my tongue. I don’t bite. Not yet. Not when she’s testing me.
“I said,” I grind out slow and measured, “just the tip.”
She gasps when I still her hips with a bruising grip. One hand stays fisted in her hair, the other hands across her middle, crushing her to me. She squirms, trying to move, to grind and pull me deeper. But she’s no match for my strength or control.
“You think because your soaked and needy, you get to take what you want?”
She whimpers, slick walls fluttering around the head of my cock. It’s taking everything in me not to submit and slam up inside her.
“I told you I would give you more ... whenIdecide. Not before.”
Everly’s lips part, but the sharp swat of my palm across her ass stills her. Has her eyes going round. The delicious sound echoes through the cabin, masked only by her tangled cry of pleasure and surprise.
“You don’t move until I say. You want my cum? You’re going to be a good girl and earn it. Understand?”
She’s breathing in rapid pants. The desperate pants of a woman on the verge of ruin. Her pussy leaks down my shaft. Aheavy flood I can feel running down my balls. It would take zero effort to let her slide down and take me, but there’s a lesson being taught here.
“Yes,” she croaks.
I hum in approval, a low, dark vibration against the skin of her throat. “Good. Now, show me.”
She doesn’t move. Not an inch. Not even a breath. Yet, despite all her best efforts, there is no missing the tremors. The faint, micro currents running beneath her skin. The subtle flutter of her pussy trying to restrain itself.
Inwardly, I grin to myself, but keep it locked behind my wall of firm resolve.
“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing her pounding pulse with my lips. “Now, hold it. Just like that.”
My grip on her hips softens. It’s not out of kindness, but a test. A tease to bait her. I relax my hold and wait for her to fail.
And she does.
The smallest shift of her hips. Barely a grind. A breath of rebellion I do not miss.
I snap my palm across her ass. Relish in her sweet cry of pain.
“I said hold it.”
Face a mask of raw pleasure and endearing defiance, Everly purses her lips and glowers at me.
“I’m trying!” she snaps back.
I hate that I have no time to properly play with her. To break and rebuild her over and over again until she cums for me on command. But those are things I will need to work on when we have time.
