With each light tap of the whip, the pressure grew, the rigid leather loop eventually smacking against her clit.
Her body lit up with heat, every muscle tightening.
Spreading her wide with his forefinger and thumb, he tapped a little harder this time, then again. Anticipation thrummed in her chest, making her pant harder.
Groans spilled from her lips as her gaze hunted his, finding him fixated on the task at hand.
The thin leather handle slipped inside her again, pumping in and out in rhythm with the movement of her hips. She gripped his hair, her body writhing, consumed by the explosive sensation building in her core.
“Fuck me, Jamie. Please, fuck me!” she cried out, almost there.
His tormenting touch stopped, but he kept the whip inside her, his body drawing back.
“Hold it inside your pretty pussy,” he ordered.
Shannon clenched her pelvic muscles and pulled the whip deeper, letting it hang between her legs as Jamie palmed his hard dick, rolling on a condom.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, gripping her breast and drawing her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, then let it pop free with a wet sound. “I’m so hard for you, love. I might just ruin you.”
“I don’t care…just fuck me, Jamie,” she begged, her voice raw.
A seductive, heart-stopping smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s it, love. Beg me to fill you.”
“Please…I’mready…”
He reached between her legs and pulled the whip out, running his tongue along the length of it and grunting from the back of his throat.
“Fuckin’ delicious.”
His knuckles nudged her head up while his gaze drank in every detail of her face.
He fisted a handful of her hair, yanking her head back until her eyes met his.
“I want those pretty blue eyes on me when you come all over my dick. Got it?”
When she nodded, breath shaky and eyes locked on his, Jamie lifted her with ease, draping her legs over his hips and pressing her back against the cold wall.
Shannon inhaled, the fiery ache in her clit pulsing harder, molten heat tearing through her veins.
Jamie lined up, his dick thick and hot between her folds, and pushed in halfway, giving her a second to adjust to his size.
“Breathe for me,” he rasped, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear. “You can take me. You were made to.”
She nodded, unable to find her voice. He held himself there, half in, thick and teasing her with maddening stillness.
The stretch was delicious, just enough to make her crave more, but not enough to satisfy.
She rolled her hips, desperate for friction, for fullness, for him.
“Please,” she whispered, the word ragged with need. “I can take it, Jamie.”
A wicked smile tugged at his lips. “You should’ve watched a tutorial on patience instead of poker.”
He moved his hips a fraction, nudging in a little deeper. “Because right now you’re a dangerous opponent with no discipline.”
