Addicted for Now (Addicted #2)(133)

“I’m…we’re…”

I can’t stop grinning.

Her head slowly drops until she’s staring at my cock that’s right up against her *, waiting (rather impatiently) to be inside. She glances back to me. “This isn’t on the blacklist?”

“No, love.”

She frowns. “Do you think since Dr. Banning isn’t my therapist anymore that I can see that list?”

“Even if she’s not your therapist, we’re still going to obey that list,” I tell her. I have no intention of f*cking with all the progress she’s made. And who knows how long her new psychiatrist will last? “So I don’t want you to see it.” Not yet at least.

She nods and rises on her knees, acting like she’s going to put my cock inside of her. I hold onto her waist, stopping her. She looks confused, and the horny part of me is too. Why the f*ck am I dragging this out?

“If you’re going to be on top, we have to have rules,” I tell her.

“Oh.”

“You said you wanted to be good bad.”

“I do.” She touches my bare chest with her hands, and her eyes fall to my abs. She becomes distracted way too f*cking easily.

I tilt her chin up, her eyes landing on mine again. “Don’t move.”

“What?”

Before I can answer her, I have lifted her by the hips and placed her gently over my cock. Her panties are still on, but I tug the fabric aside and out of my way as I lower her down. She clutches onto my neck and lets out a ragged breath that turns quickly into a moan.

“That’s it,” I tell her, easing her down onto me. I close my eyes for a second, basking in the tightness, finally inside of her… When I fill her completely, she bucks her hips, beginning to rock against me.

I seize her waist again. “Don’t move.”

She shudders at my words. “Then you move,” she pleads.

“I’m taking my sweet f*cking time,” I reply, running my hand underneath her shirt, massaging her breast once more.

She lets out a long moan and presses her forehead to my shoulder, but she doesn’t move her hips this time. “How are you not dying?”

I am. But I want it to last too much to give into my impulses.

“Lo, I need to come.”

“You want to come,” I refute. “You don’t need to do it.” My lips find her ear and I suck gently on the sensitive place. Another staggered breath rumbles through her.

“That’s not what it feels like.”

I raise her shirt past her belly, but she refuses to disentangle from my shoulders to allow the fabric off her arms and over her head. “And I want you naked, but apparently we all don’t get what we want.”

She shifts a little, causing her eyes to flutter, but her arms weakly fly to the air. I pull the shirt off, and my eyes fall to her erect nipples, begging for my attention. My tongue flicks over the little buds, and she starts to gyrate against my cock. My whole body ignites, heating up with an undeniable pleasure. I’m the one who groans this time, but I manage to stop her again. My hands plant decisively on her hips, causing her to still. I take the opportunity to let them slide to her ass and squeeze.

“If you move again,” I tell her. “I’m going to thrust inside you twice and come and then we’ll be done for the night.” Her mouth forms a perfect “O” and she keeps shaking her head like I’ve announced the apocalypse. “Now be a good bad girl and stay still while I f*ck you.”

Her head reverses course and begins to nod up and down.

I don’t mention that I can’t stay still much longer either. It’s all about perception, and she needs to think I could wait out eternity with my cock nestled firmly inside of her.

After I kiss her lips one last time, I grab onto her ass as tight as I can and buck my hips up. She lets out the most beautiful noise, like I’ve hit a thousand nerves. I do it again, pulsing my cock up and down, up and down. Fast and slow. Up and down. I thrust my cock so deep that she grabs onto me, trying to hold on. I release one of my hands from her hips to place it on her head, bringing her mouth down to mine. We kiss and f*ck and when she’s on the brink, I have to slow down so she doesn’t come.

She whimpers against my body, and my breathing becomes ragged as I try to make this last as long as I can. After a while, she presses her lips to my neck, not having enough energy to travel the distance to my mouth. “Please,” she pleads, her voice full of sheer want. “Pleasepleaseplease.” She kisses my collarbone and it’s over at that.

I take her hips in my hands and begin to thrust so hard and fast in her that she starts to shriek. Her waves of pleasure crash into her and flow throw me. She grips the back of my hair, my waist, my arms, my thighs, anything to keep her upright as her orgasm pummels her.

She sinks into my body, and I pull out of her slowly. Exhaustion fills me, and I know this is the hard part. I want her to be satiated; I want one long, rough lay to be enough. One day, I know we’ll get there. But today is not that day.

She is already sliding off my body and kneeling beside my waist. I glance at the clock and gage how much time we have left, and then I feel her take my dick into her palms.

With one hand I gather her hair out of her face, and she sinks her mouth around my cock. My breathing evens out as I watch her tongue lap at the head and lick all the way down the shaft. It’s hot as hell. I close my eyes and relax against her movements. She touches my cock with the perfect amount of force, knowing all the places to suck. And it doesn’t take long before I’m rock hard again. Her movements become faster and more determined. I even hold her head steady when she wraps her lips around my long shaft. Her eyes flit up to mine in a doe-eyed way…and she has my entire cock in her mouth. This, right here, is what turns me on the most.