If I had information that Lana wanted from me, I’d give her it in a heartbeat. No need to torture me for days, this is torture enough.
She slows down a little while I catch my breath and attempt to compose myself, but she doesn’t stop.
She’s still moaning and whimpering as she rides me, my dick hitting her G-spot.
“More,” I say huskily, and she gives me it. This time, I force myself to stay as still as possible, clenching my jaw inan attempt to stop myself from moving while her movements quicken, and she brings the knife back to my skin.
Another straight line cut.
I’m so close to the edge, but I’m not ready for this to end just yet.
“Use your other hand to play with yourself,” I say, and she raises a brow.
“Since when did you get to make demands?” she says haughtily, but she does it anyways. Her hand cups her breast before tweaking her nipple and sliding down her stomach.
She finally reaches her clit, and she makes small circles with her fingers. Her head tips back as she moans and rides me harder, rubbing her clit faster.
Her chest rises and falls as she does nothing but seek her own pleasure.
“So fucking hot. So tight around me. Jesus, Lana, your cunt was made for my cock.”
She moans at my words, and I take that as encouragement to keep going, it’s a good distraction, since it gives me something else to focus on instead of the dumbbell that’s moments away from killing me.
“You ride me so well, baby. Fucking beautiful,” I say hoarsely, but I can’t keep going.
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
I try to cough, but it comes out as more of a gargling sound and Lana focuses her attention back on me.
She nods to herself before bringing the knife back down and cutting into me while simultaneously clenching around me and riding me harder.
My vision goes black as I ride out the euphoria that is my orgasm. I’m not sure if it was the knife, the lack of air, or whatever she did when she squeezed me so fuckinggood, but I come harder than I ever have before. I might even pass out for a moment, because once I finally manage to blink my eyes open, my neck is free from constriction and Lana is untying the hoodie string from my hands.
“What did you do to me?” I ask, though it comes out as more of a strangled gasp.
She pulls the hoodie over her head before replacing her leggings and shoes.
I sit up on my elbows as I watch her dress, taking her in and noting that she looks as wrecked as I feel.
“I showed you how to have fun,” she says, though her tone has lost the playful edge that she had before. Now, it’s almost monotone.
“See you around, pretty boy,” she calls as she dips under the rope and makes her exit.
I flop back down and stare at the ceiling.
What in the holy fucking hell just happened?
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Ilean back on my bed and take another drink from the bottle of beer.
Lana left an hour ago, and after I finally managed to scrape myself off the floor, I showered and dressed before grabbing a beer, and I’ve been sitting here ever since.
What happened between us today has left me with more questions than I already had.
Like, what is it about her that has me so drawn to her?
