Page 128 of Cartel Devil
“Does my little girl need another punishment?”
“Isn’t the orgasm denial its own punishment?”
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“I might die waiting.”
He chuckles before blowing cool air over my pussy. He eases two fingers into me, testing how I take it.
“We can’t have that happening.”
He knows two fingers isn’t nearly enough for me to feel full after having his cock inside me so many times. This is what he meant by he wouldn’t fill me until it’s with his cock. It barely takes the edge off. It’s more taunting than fulfilling.
He gets that everything physically and emotionally is more sensitive these days, and I struggle not to get frustrated faster than normal. I don’t want to, but I do, so he takes pity on me.
I moan, my heels digging into his back. My neck arches as my head turns side to side. I want this so damn badly. He sucks my clit hard before pulling away and slapping it.
“Fuck!”
It comes out a whisper scream. I want to be loud, but I remember we’re not alone in the house, even if it’s huge and the other couple is at the opposite end. After all the shit that’s happened, I don’t want anyone mistaking my screams for ones of genuine pain. I don’t need someone rushing in in the middle of me getting off because they fear I’m miscarrying.
His two fingers brush over my G-spot as the thumb on his other hand toys with my clit. He rubs, pinches, tugs. My fingers clench the comforter.
“You have the tastiest pussy ever made. I could eat this morning, noon, and night.”
One of these days, we might be alone long enough for that to happen.
He pulls away and stands. I groan in frustration. It was too much to hope he’d get me off while he was down there. He climbs onto the bed as I scoot over to the pillows and turn so my feet point to the foot of the bed. He adjusts the pillows under my hips and belly to keep me from lying completely flat. He rests on his side for a moment before sitting up and reaching for the feather wand. It reminds me of a cat toy. Fitting since he’s playing with a pussy.
He reclines again, the feathers brushing over my leg, hipbone, then drawing lazy circles over my belly. He shifts, so the arm he rests on brings his hand over my nipple. He plucks it three times before leaning over to suck. I bring my hands to his head, holding him in place as my back arches yet again.
He moves the feather to tease my other nipple then down my breastbone until he’s at my belly again. He reaches across me to trail the feathers along the outside of my arm, then down my ribs before sweeping them over my hipbone and toward my mound. He puts the wand aside and grasps the inside of my right thigh, pulling it closer to him.
“I want you so damn much, Tre. I’m worried I’ll be too rough.”
“You know I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
He shakes his head. “I’m worried you’ll like it now, then regret it later.”
“I’ll never regret being with you.”
As we gaze into each other’s eyes, I want him to know I mean far more than just sex.
“I love you, Tre.”
“I love you, Joaco.”
Our mouths meld, our tongues dueling. I suck, and he nips. Around and around we go until we’re breathless. He eases me onto my side, facing away from him. He lifts my top leg over his hip and tilts mine until he slides into me.
Relief.
Sweet blessed relief.
Finally, he’s inside me.
I shudder as his cock glides into me over and over, his pelvis pressing against my ass as he grips my hip. My mind calms after all the eager anticipation. I sink back against him, feeling small and cherished with his larger body cocooning me. The sensations are indescribable as my breathing grows labored.
His arm under my neck fondles my left breast. His right hand pulls me back until there’s no space between our bodies. I place my hands over his. He kisses my shoulder as he rocks against me, my hips working in tandem with his.
