“No, no. I’m fine.” Nothing the last few days of my painkillers can’t handle. “I just need…”
I scoop up a huge dollop of cheesecake and paint the end of his cock with it.
“Fuck, yeah,” he moans before pushing me back down again, his need for control too much for him to deny, even in a situation where he knows I hold every ounce of power.
The second I’m hovering right above the head of his cock, I stick my tongue out and lick at the sweet topping.
“Mmm,” I hum, continuing to lap at him, delighting in the sweetness of the cheesecake along with his unique addictive taste.
“Fuck, baby. Need more,” he grunts, thrusting his hips in his need to sink past my lips, but I lift up, not letting him take over.
“Nice try.”
His grip on my hair tightens in punishment, heat blooming between my thighs. He knows it too, because he bunches the skirt of my dress around my waist and dips his fingers between my thighs.
“You’re dripping, baby.”
“It’s been a while,” I tease.
“Too fucking long.”
This time when he pushes me lower, I part my lips and take him. Just as he hits the back of my throat, his fingers dip under the lace covering me and he pushes two thick fingers inside me.
I moan around his shaft as he stretches me open in the most delicious way and his precum coats my tongue as I pull off his length.
“That’s it, Demon. Fuck, yeah,” he barks, keeping control of my speed and movements with the hand that’s twisted in my hair.
I can barely breathe as he works me dangerously close to orgasm in an embarrassingly short time. I don’t let up, desperate to make him lose control.
But right as his cock swells ready to blow, he drags me off him, my scalp burning with the harsh movement.
“Toby,” I complain as I mourn the loss of his fingers as well as his cock.
“I’m not blowing in your mouth, baby. It’s been too long. I need to be buried balls deep in your body and feeling you coming around me.”
My squeal of shock echoes around the enclosed space as Toby’s seat shoots back and he drags me over the console, straight onto his lap.
“You okay?” he asks, and my heart soars that he doesn’t forget my comfort even while riding on the edge of his orgasm.
“I’ll be better when I’m impaled on your cock.”
“Jesus.”
His large hands wrap around my waist and he positions me over him.
“Line us up then, baby.”
Reaching between us, I tease my entrance with the head of his cock before he thrusts up and drops me down simultaneously.
“Toby,” I scream in shock as my body fights to adjust to the invasion.
He waits for a beat, aware that I need a moment before his fingers twist in my hair once more and my lips slam against his as he begins thrusting up into me like a man possessed.
His tongue strokes mine before he bites down, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
“Oh fuck, Toby,” I cry, my back arching, allowing his cock to hit that sweet spot inside of me.
Releasing my hair, he drags my hands from his shoulders and tugs them behind my back, pinning them there with just one of his, forcing me to keep my angle.