“Wrong,” he chastised, lifting her up, nearly off his cock. “What should you call me?”
Morgan hesitated, teetering on the knife’s edge of need. Panting, her sex on fire, her bound hands preventing her from touching him, she cried out, “More. Please…”
“You’ll get it when you address me properly.”
“Sir.” She managed to get the word out of her mouth in a rush. “Sir.”
Jack rewarded her with a quick up thrust, his c**k burrowing deep, filling her completely. Morgan cried out. The hand at her hip inched over until his thumb toyed with her clit. With a moan, she arched into his touch, seeking the edge of the cliff that was nearly in front of her. Almost…
With quick fingers, he untied her hands—and made it clear they would not stay idle. “Play with your ni**les, Morgan. Show me how you like to have them touched.”
She hesitated, apprehension tangling with a jolt of lust. Put her hands on herself while he watched? Oh God, the idea excited her.
When she didn’t comply, Jack stopped his slow, steady thrusts. Morgan whimpered.
“Touch them. Now,” he demanded. “Or I will stop f**king you and spank that pretty little ass red again…”
Morgan didn’t want to think about how much she’d liked his broad palm striking the cheeks of her butt. But she wanted his c**k inside her more, as much as she wanted to please him. She brought her hands to her br**sts and cupped them, wishing more than anything that she could see his face. Was he aroused by what she was doing? Repulsed?
“And your ni**les. You don’t ignore them when you make yourself come, do you?”
“No,” she said breathlessly, squeezing them between her thumb and fingers, then giving a slight twist. “No, sir.”
A fresh rush of moisture surged from her passage, wetting her already-slick folds. Her body’s gesture didn’t go unnoticed.
“Yes, cher. I love you wet. You’re so perfect to f**k, like you were made for my cock.”
Jack lowered her on his erection again and poured into her again with a heady, steady rhythm that made her head spin, her body burn. She met him, thrust for thrust, moan for moan, pinching her ni**les on each downward stroke until they were so hard, so sensitive.
“Move your hands,” he murmured against her skin.
It was almost with reluctance that she released the hard buds of her br**sts. Difficult to admit that, but satisfaction was so close, she tasted it on her tongue. She whimpered for it. Her fingers pinching her ni**les added to the pleasure Jack swarmed her with.
She didn’t have to do without the delight for long. He took one of her stiff tips into his mouth, sucking so hard, he pressed it against the roof of his mouth while his tongue teased the underside. His fingers tormented the other, putting so much sweet pressure, so much ache, around the sensitive crests that she nearly screamed.
“You’re tightening on my cock, cher. You don’t come until I tell you to,” he reminded.
“I can’t stop it, sir,” she murmured, helpless against the rising tide of ecstasy threatening to overtake her.
“You can. You will. Just as you’ll play with your clit for me.” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and sucked a finger into the shocking heat. “Lick your finger like this, get it all nice and wet, then stroke it over your clit for me.”
She wanted to. Oh, God, she wanted to. The mere thought stabbed her with a fresh surge of need. But… “It will make me come.”
He smacked her ass. “Address me properly.”
Morgan swallowed against her need. “It will make me come, sir.”
“Not until I say so,” he warned. “Now take that finger into your mouth. Yes. Deep. Suck it. Beautiful, cher. Good.”
He pistoned her up and down on his cock. Blood rushed in flowing rivers toward their joined bodies, flooding every nerve ending with need, swelling her folds until she felt the slick friction of every thrust inside, outside—everywhere. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus, but she couldn’t hold back much longer… Jack was driving her beyond her ability to endure.
Yet the last thing she wanted to do was use the safe word to stop him.
“Squeeze me with your pu**y. Yes,” he croaked. “Now put that finger on your clit and show me how you rub it.”
Seared beyond modesty or shame by the flames of pleasure, Morgan did as he demanded, sliding her palm down her abdomen, into the damp nest of her curls and circled her wet finger over her clit.
“Oh, yes!” She couldn’t hold the sound in. Immediately, she realized that the hood had pulled back from her clit and every drag of her fingertip over the swollen little bud was like fire in her sex, burning down to the passage Jack filled with every thrust.