Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)
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Ambrose gave a satisfied growl and stroked her back and her ass as he moved around behind her.
“Damn.”
She wondered if he’d noticed yet. Apparently he hadn’t. He tapped the inside of her thigh, silently demanding she spread her legs farther apart.
“Fuck.” He toggled her clit hood piercing gently. “How did I not feel this earlier?”
She enjoyed his tortured expression, even if she was looking at it upside down. When she tried to shrug in response, she almost fell on her head.
He leaned in and flicked it with his tongue. She moaned louder than she expected—it’d been a long time since someone had gone down on her. Some of the Doms she dated used their status as an excuse not to reciprocate oral, saying it was the sub’s job to please them, not the other way around. Apparently, Ambrose disagreed with that school of thought, and kept at it until her arms were shaking with the effort to stay upright.
“Why are you so wet, Everly?”
Duh. Dumb Dom.
“I’m not sure, Sir. It might have something to do with you being cruel and not letting me get off earlier. Either that or you’re slobbering on me.”
He gave her ass a firm swat, then licked her clit again like he was investigating the feel of her piercing with his mouth. He slid a finger inside her and finger fucked her. Damn, even his fingers were big.
Her whole body throbbed with the need to come. “Please, Sir.”
“Please what? Do you want to come, or do you want me to make you suffer?”
The way he said “suffer” made it sound hot, but she wasn’t in the mood for indefinite orgasm denial.
Don’t be sassy . . . don’t be sassy . . . She knew how well sass had worked for her a few minutes ago.
“I would never presume to tell you what to do, Sir.”
“Good answer.”
He fished a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on as she whined impatiently.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please hurry.”
Ambrose smacked her pussy, and she grunted as pleasure flooded through her.
“Don’t rush me. The more you rush me, the slower this will happen.”
Oh jeez. She’d die if he went any slower.
He pulled her close, until she got down off her knees and her hips were leaning on the arm of the sofa. The tip of his cock slid up and down her slit, and she strained backward to try to impale herself on him.
Unsurprisingly, he didn’t allow it. Instead, he held her still, the tip of his dick just inside her.
“If you’re a good girl and hold still, I’ll give you what you want, but if you’re bad this is going to be rough.”
Put my name on the bad-girl list, for the love of Pete!
Her whole body quivered and strained against his hands. If he let go suddenly, they might end up on the floor.
“Please, Sir! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl or a bad girl or a fucking cantaloupe. Anything you want, just don’t make me wait!”
He grazed her back hole with the tip of his finger. She jumped and yelped.
“I’m sorry. I saw the butt plugs and assumed you were okay with anal play. I should have asked.”