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A light brush on my lower legs made me jump, and the lightly teasing touch that slid higher up my skin didn’t calm me. Elliot reached my thighs and added his other hand to the mix to push my legs apart. He brushed along the sensitive flesh until I couldn’t help but gasp and squirm, both trying to get closer and pull away.

The weight of the bed shifted, and he was kneeling between my legs, but he continued to tease my thighs rather than move closer to the core of my need.

It was maddening not being able to see or hear. Even my own gasps were muffled.

The finger he drew along my pussy was a jolt racing through me, and I bucked my hips into his touch. This was almost more torture than if he’d gone for pain. He was brushing my skin.Finally parting my folds. Sliding along my slick slit, but not penetrating me. Not touching my clit.

I wanted to jerk closer to his touch, but would he pull away if I did?

The first penetration, when he slipped his fingers inside me, was like barely twisting the lid on a shaken bottle of soda. It made a difference, but it certainly didn’t relieve the pressure.

Elliot’s movements were deliberate and slow, and it didn’t take long before I was rocking in time with the pace he set. As with his leg between my thighs, this wasn’t going to get me off, but it felt really fucking good.

I only had so much patience, though. Mypleaseslipped out without my permission. I barely heard my own voice, and only inside my head, like I was trapped in a dream.

Elliot didn’t pause or change pace.

It wasn’t as though I’d hear him if he said anything.

“Please let me come?” I pushed the words out.

His hand fell away.

Was I wrong to ask? Did I need to beg?

I didn’t have time to consider it further when Elliot moved his touch to my clit to circle and stroke. Tiny zaps of need zinged through me, one after another, firing so rapidly I couldn’t register all of them. I was tumbling into the sensation because nothing else existed in this bubble.

When orgasm crashed over me, it was abrupt. Intense. All-consuming. And as I crested the peak of pleasure, Elliot thrust inside me.

His cock was a lot more satisfying than his fingers, and that first deep, fast penetration drew out my climax.

It seemed the time for restraint had passed on both our parts. He pushed my knees to my chest and fucked me hard and fast. There were no cues for me to tell how close he was, but the intensity had one orgasm blending into the next.

His hammering built to an intense crescendo and stuttered. Was it weird that I could tell he was about to come by the way he moved inside me?

No. It was perfect.

As he eased up my own climax slid off. He lowered my legs gently to the bed, and I was still riding the high of the entire experience. The pressure vanished from my wrists.

When the headphones were removed, the sound was jarring, despite the room being quiet.

Elliot’s lips were on my ear again. “Still good?” he asked in a low voice that both threatened and promised.

I nodded and licked my dry lips. “Still incredible.” My throat was raw. Had I been screaming?

“Good.” The edge to his voice and the fact that he hadn’t removed the blindfold had my pulse kicking up again. “Because I want to watch Link fuck you. I want you to feel both satisfied and used when the night is over. Our own personal fuck doll. Do you want that too?”

I couldn’t hide my smirk. “Yes, sir.”

The pressure on the bed changed again, and I assumed it was Link between my legs when they spread wider. When he slid inside me, he was more gentle. Moved more slowly. I knew his dick was thicker because I’d seen them both naked now, but all I felt was a cock buried inside me.

Link’s slow hump built to a hard fuck, and Elliot was teasing my clit again. His touch was too much.

Way too much.

But I wouldn’t ask him to stop. I wanted to see what was on the other side. When the wall of discomfort fell away, I was floating toward another orgasm.

This time I could hear the grunts. Link’s drawn-out groans becoming punctuated. Desperate. He was spilling inside me, and for a blink I wished I’d let them do this without the condoms.


Tags: Allyson Lindt Erotic