Page 20 of Collars & Kittens
Fuck. His hand on me makes me melt. His fingers drift down, swirling against my skin, and I shudder from pleasure as he slides his hand between my thighs and rubs my swollen clit. I cry out and rock against his hand, wanting more.
He continues his assault, his fingertips circling and rubbing and driving me crazy. Every part of me is a throbbing mess, and I need to come so badly. The pressure builds until I’m right on the edge.
He removes his hand, and I mewl out my displeasure until he pushes my legs forward and the head of his cock prods at my entrance.
He doesn’t thrust inside me, and I can’t take it anymore. “Please, Sir. Please fuck me.”
“Close your eyes,” he says as he teases me, the tip of his cock barely pressing against my pussy. “And imagine me waking you up like this every morning, giving my Kitten her pussy full of cum.”
My brain blips out at his words, and he sinks his cock inside me, pushing deep until he can’t go any farther. He grasps my hip and pulls almost all the way out before thrusting in again. This angle feels wonderful, and it’s all I can do not to come immediately.
“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. “Milk the cum out of me.”
Holy shit, he’s so dirty, but his words drive me wild. “Yes, Sir,” I pant, rocking my hips, trying to take him as deeply as possible, and loving the feeling of him stretching and filling me.
Dalton’s strokes speed up, and the sound of flesh slapping and our grunts and cries fill the room. All the muscles in my body are drawn tight, and my heart races with the excitement of knowing he’s chasing his own release while also making sure I get mine.
This is the best sex ever. It’s like a magic combination of kink, dirty talk, chemistry, and trust, and oh, god, his cock feels wonderful. Myorgasm builds, the sensation coming in waves, starting with a tingling in my toes and growing with each stroke until every cell in my body is vibrating with the need for release.
“Sir,” I gasp. “May I come?”
“Not yet,” he replies as he fucks me faster; his hand is on my hip, tightening.
A whimper escapes, and I’m right on the brink. I’m not going to make it much longer.
Just when I think I’m going to explode, he reaches around me to strum my clit and orders, “Come.”
With a loud cry, I jerk as my pussy spasms, and my orgasm rolls over me in waves. I can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t see. Pleasure consumes me, and all that exists is Dalton and the incredible bliss flowing through my body.
As I’m reeling from the rapture, I feel him thrust into me a couple more times and tense up, moaning loudly. He gives a final shudder, and he stops moving, staying locked inside me.
We lie there in silence, his body wrapped around mine. As his hands trace along my arm, I giggle. I’m sleepy, satiated, and happy.
After a minute or so of us resting together, he shifts and withdraws from me. I make a noise of complaint at the loss, and he responds, “Be right back, Kitten.”
When he returns, he has a wet washcloth, and the warmth of it soothes me as he cleans up the sticky mess between my legs. After tossing the cloth in the laundry basket, he gets back into bed and gathers me against him, cradling me in his arms.
As my eyelids drift closed, his voice is soft. “Sleep now.”
I need no more encouragement than that. This is the most relaxed and content I’ve felt since I moved here.
Chapter 11
DALTON
Instead of being exhausted like Olivia, I’m energized, and my brain can’t stop thinking about the future. Less than twelve hours ago, I thought she was all about lollipops and rainbows, and then she shows up in a harness and collar. Who is this woman and how did I get so lucky?
As her breathing becomes regular, her body relaxes in sleep, and I hold her tighter. When she wakes up, we need to talk. I want this to be more than a fling, and I think we owe it to ourselves to see where this is going. I’ll worry about what everyone in town will think another day. Maybe we can sneak around for a bit at first and pretend we’re not dating.
The idea of not claiming her publicly as mine doesn’t sit well with me, but I don’t have to figure everything out tonight. I just know I want more, and I need to find out if she does too.
She sleeps for an hour before stirring in my arms. She rolls over and snuggles closer, her leg wrapping around mine and her nose burrowing against my neck, a small, adorable sigh escaping her. I run my hands along her spine, tracing her shape.
A low moan rises from her, and her hips rock. When she tilts her face up and captures my mouth, a zing of pleasure rushes straight to my dick. My mind is consumed with how exquisite she is and how much I want her again.
Breaking off the kiss, I roll her onto her back and move to get a condom, but before I can reach the nightstand, her fingers wrap around my shaft, giving a few slow strokes.
“What do youwant?” I moan.
