Page 31 of The Dare

Have to tell…

A sudden jolt of pure pleasure floods me, making me forget all about words and about telling him anything right now.

I can’t. Even though I want to.

It’s like a fuse was lit the moment he grabbed hold of me, and the longer his strong hands grip me and his masterful tongue probes my steaming hole and swollen clit, the closer I know I am to what he wants.

What we both want.

I feel my eyes rolling back in my head and my hands wander from Michael’s hair down to his face, trying to reach his shoulders before they claw at the air, helpless with my impending release.

I want it to last, lost in every tiny detail of the sensation, but I also want to see just how far this can go.

Am I really gonna...

Ooooh. I know I am.

“M-Michael,” I wheeze, holding his hair again and gripping one of his ears.

Trying to let him know just how close I am.

Has it been a few minutes, an hour?

All I know is I could stay like this all day, and Michael’s low growls of satisfaction, along with his fingers opening me wider while his tongue goes deeper, lets me know he’s well aware of just how close I am.

A man who can read my own needs as well as his own, as if he knows just where to touch me, how hard or soft, and for how long.

I try to tell him one last time. Or do I just call out his name as I feel my whole body give into the unstoppable force of my own climax?

His grip is so tight on me, but I know I need it. He’s the only thing holding me up once I start to feel my legs completely give out.

My body stiffens as wave after wave of my climax washes over me.

Washes over us both as I feel the heat of my essence flowing into his eager mouth.

He makes deep, powerful sounds that tell me I’ve done well as he greedily feeds on me. Only slowing once my orgasm begins to subside.

The aftershocks are plentiful, and Michael keeps me well supported before we both collapse.

He slowly eases me onto the wide seat of his railcar suite, keeping my legs apart so he can kneel between them.

He kisses me deeply, tenderly.

The warmth and headiness of my climax is still on his lips, and I know he’s showing me just how good he thinks I taste by sharing it with me.

“You were trying to say something?” he asks, grinning as I try to find my words.

Before I can say anything though, he pulls me in a little closer, using my calves to pull me right up against him.

I take in a sharp breath of air, feeling not just his thick hardness through his pants right against my still quivering pussy but just how well we fit like this.

Even though he’s so big and I’m so small compared to him, we justfit.

“You’re mine now,” he growls, hooking his big arms around me and locking his fingers together. Making me feel safer than I ever have in my whole life.

“I’m not much of a…” I trail off, hearing my own voice as if it’s a stranger’s now. As though I’m a different person.

“I mean, I...” I try again, sighing and then groaning with frustration.