So, instead of focusing on staying upright, I focus on his tongue lapping over my clit. I focus on that feeling deep in my gut that keeps getting stronger.
“I’m going to…”
The second I start to come, he stops, and I come on nothing. His fingers disappear from my pussy, his tongue stops licking my clit, and my orgasm is far less exceptional than I expected. Because he fucking stopped.
His hands let go of me, and he licks my juices off of his fingers, one by one. I stare intently at him, not believing what he just did, as I forget that I’m the only one now holding me up onto the balcony.
I start falling. I try to engage my abs and my legs to keep myself from falling, but I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to hold myself up. Not anymore.
My body slips off backward, and I know my last chance is if I can hook my leg under the railing to keep me from falling to the ground below me. My leg catches at the same time that Brody’s hands grab on to my waist.
Together, we pull me back up.
“You almost let me die!” I pant and scream.
He puts his fingers over my lips, shushing me. “No, I pushed you to your limit to teach you how to live.”
I breathe hard and fast, wanting to yell at him more, but he’s right. Deep down, I loved that. I loved the thrill that anything could happen. The only part I didn’t love was not getting to experience my full orgasm because of him.
“What’s wrong, princess?” he asks with a smirk.
“You didn’t let me come.”
“I know. But you will now.”
He grabs me, shoving me face-first toward the railing with my ass in the air. His hands grab my hips, and I feel his cock pushing at my ass. He’s going to fuck me in the ass. I know it. I bite my lip to keep from begging him not to. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and as scary as it sounds, I want to feel it. I want to know how dirty and painful sex can be. I want to feel all of it. It’s the only way I can move on with my life.
His cock pushes at my ass as it taunts me but doesn’t actually enter me.
“You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you, Skye?” he asks, his voice sultry and full of promises that I’m not sure I’m ready for.
“Yes,” I groan, keeping my eyes closed rather than looking down at how far I could have fallen.
“Oh, I will but not yet. You aren’t ready. Your pussy, on the other hand”—his fingers dip inside me, two, three, four, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched—“is very ready.” He pulls his fingers back out and immediately replaces them with his cock pushing hard into me.
“Jesus,” I growl as I’m pushed hard into the railing as he fucks me from behind, sliding in and out of me like he’s been fucking me his whole life and knows exactly what my body craves.
He thrusts, and I know that, after not coming hard enough earlier, it won’t take me long to come. And I plan on coming hard on his cock. I won’t let him take my pleasure from me again.
“You almost there?” he asks, not needing to ask the question because he already knows the answer.
I pant hard because I can’t form any words or process what he’s saying. I can’t concentrate on anything but the wave consuming me. An explosion of feelings as my orgasm starts deep in my belly and then takes over every fiber in my body.
I feel his palm on my ass as he hits me hard at the peak of my orgasm. I’ve never experienced pain like that during sex. I thought it was meant as a punishment, but when his palm touches my body, I finally understand what the pain is really meant to bring. A pleasure I’ve never felt before and a connection to the man who gives me that feeling. I let a man tie me up, hold my life in his hands, and slap my ass hard. It’s not something I would trust every man with. But, after this, I would trust Brody with any part of my body. I trust him with bringing me the best sex I’ve ever felt or ever thought I could feel.
He pulls out of me, and I feel my body falling to the floor in complete exhaustion. I love running and working out. But I have nothing left in me. I’ve never felt so exhausted after sex.
I feel his arms scooping me up and lifting me off the ground. My head falls against his chest a
s I close my eyes. I could easily sleep in his arms just like this if he held me. He carries me back inside and gently lays me on the bed. I wait for him to go around to my arms to untie me and then climb into bed with me. I’m sure he is just as exhausted as I am.
He leans down, and I feel his lips against my ear. “Sleep tight, baby. You have thirty-five minutes until you’ll be coming with my cock deep inside your gorgeous pussy.” He nips at my ear and then stands back up.
I glance at the clock. Thirty-five minutes. It’s not nearly enough time to rest if every time is going to be like that. But, somehow, my pussy is already aching for another fuck with him. I’ve turned into a greedy monster that can’t get enough of his body.
I watch him walk away from the slits that my eyes have become. I can’t even bring myself to open them all the way.
“Where are you going?” I whisper. Even my voice is not working properly.