Sex Retreat(67)

Chapter Thirty-Two




Trixie’s wet pussy clenched around her twitching fingers. She dropped her head back and moaned, thrusting her hips forward.

“That’s beautiful, sugar,” Brock said. “Right like that.”

Her skin heated. Her ass cheeks tightened. She gave the effort her all, cramming her hand against her vagina and reaching as far as she could with her fingers.

“I need to come,” she whispered, hoping Mitch would say the word.

“Not yet,” he rasped, unhooking his belt.

“Please.”

“Damn it. I said not yet.” He unzipped his fly and stood over her. Pushing his slacks down to his knees, he fisted his cock.

Her mouth watered. Her back bowed. She flattened her feet on the ottoman and pumped her hips toward the ceiling, raising her body as far away from the surface as possible.

“Remove your fingers,” Mitch ordered. “Now.”

She had been seconds away from climaxing without permission and Mitch had likely suspected as much. “Now what, Dom?”

An adorable lopsided smile made her heart race. He pressed his thumb against the head of his cock. When he lifted his hand to her lips, she eagerly sucked the dot of pre-cum from the pad, savoring the taste of him.

“Play with your clit.”

“Touching my clit will definitely send me into spasms.”

“Do it,” Mitch said, stepping closer.

Her fingers went straight to work and her body immediately responded. “Oh God, Mitch. Please!”

She couldn’t hold off much longer. She needed to come. She needed to find some satisfaction.

A quick glance over Mitch’s shoulder left her all the more enticed. Brock rubbed his cock with a slow hand, the bulge between his thighs thickening with every deliberate stroke.

Rory clasped his hands behind his head. His tongue rested in the corner of his mouth and every now and again, he’d release a masculine growl.

She massaged her clit with fervor. Returning her focus to Mitch, she opened her mouth and moaned aloud, trying to keep her orgasm at bay but realizing another minute would be a stretch now.

She was seconds away from exploding!



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Mitch was ready to blow!

He had meant to orchestrate the perfect training, hold her mere seconds away from release then refuse to let her find pleasure in an orgasm she initiated. Instead, he had worked her into a fit of passion, one where she would undoubtedly ride out one climax only to grab on to another.

He’d damn himself before he’d let her go wild and crazy on her own. Too many years had separated them. Too much time had elapsed. He needed more from Trixie than he’d ever desired in the past.

His slacks bunched at his knees. His cock twitched. His pulse raced.

Even in the best of times, he rarely took her on his own. He had always shared her with Brock and Rory. He had always fucked Trixie as one member of a very loving team.

Not today. No, he needed inside her pulsing pussy worse than he needed his next drink of water.

She tilted her head to the side and moistened her lips. Her eyelids were heavy. Her hand moved faster. Her legs trembled.

Inching closer to the ottoman, Mitch bent his knee and towered over her. Staring down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, he said, “Stop, sub.”

“Mitch, no!”

He grabbed her hand and slapped her pussy as hard as he could.

“Oh my.” Her exasperated voice filled the air. Her nipples hardened, taking on the shape of perfect diamonds.

“Sub. When I say stop, don’t take that to mean the day after tomorrow. You will follow my requests immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, Dom,” she replied. Her breasts were full. Her stomach muscles tightened. “But please let me come. Please.”

He couldn’t help but stare at the glistening evidence of her excitement. The glossy appearance of her parted pussy lips showcased her hot lust and building desire.

“Turn over,” he ordered. “You need a spanking. Maybe after a few licks, you’ll remember who is in charge.”

Trixie stuck out her lip. God, he loved that. He loved it because Trixie’s pouting wasn’t an act.

Reluctantly, she complied and rolled to her stomach. She grumbled about her growing needs and wants and he couldn’t help but grin to himself.

God love her. She had no idea what was about to transpire.

Glancing over her head, he observed Brock and Rory. They would definitely be astonished. He’d never loved on a woman by himself in front of either of them.

“Prop up on your elbows,” Mitch said. “Rise to your knees.”

Once her body was perfectly arched, Mitch wasted no time. In order to enhance the element of surprise, he grabbed her hips and slammed his groin against her body, thrusting inside her hot, dripping pussy with one hard stroke.