Sheer perfection.
“Balls and jaw,” she kept at him. “Force your head back. Make you stay arched for me for hours.”
“Pick the day,” he grunted as she lifted her hand back to his ass and kept massaging, “I’m here.”
More from Branch.
She took it.
“So good,” she murmured, digging her thumbs in and widening the space she attended, massaging his ass, his upper hips, the muscles beside his spine at his lower back, then she came back down and spread him open hard.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Have I swayed your world tonight, Branch?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he bit off.
“I’m not done.”
“Fucking great,” he muttered, sounding like he meant it but was still bracing for it.
She loved that about him.
Fucking loved it.
She let him go and tucked the two washcloths she’d brought under the bolster because he wasn’t moving tonight but her big boy could shoot a load and she’d already changed the sheets that day, she didn’t feel like doing it again or having his cum seep into the mattress pad so she’d have to wash that too.
Then she squeezed a liberal dose from the tube she’d brought on her fore and middle fingers and trailed it up his crease, not hesitating when she’d reached her destination to dive both right in.
The headboard swayed as his hands wrapped around his ties jerked it and his head shot back.
Oh yes, she was going to harness that jaw and make him stay arched for her.
God.
Gorgeous.
“Feel good?” she asked unnecessarily.
“Fuck yes,” he puffed out.
She fucked him with her fingers and watched his entire body strain against his bindings, taking it and liking it.
“God, I could watch you take a fucking for hours,” she whispered reverently.
“Then do it,” he challenged, but his voice was gruff.
“We’ll find that time, baby, I promise,” she whispered, withdrawing her fingers, and he expelled a breath that sounded very nice, but also disappointed.
Yes, he’d liked it.
She took up his jewel, used a hand to spread one side open and put the tip of the plug to his ass.
“You’re missing something, handsome.”
“Yeah I am,” he grunted.
“You want it back?”
“Fuck yes.”
God.
She loved that too.
“You want to be filled with me?”
“Fuck yes.”
Loved it.
“Ask for your jewel, Branch.”
“Plug me, Evangeline, fill me with you. Give me my jewel. Ma’am, please.”
She slid it slowly inside, watching his ass tip up to help and his head arch back as it opened him, and when he closed around it his face dropped to the pillows and he pushed out another breath.
She took in his ass filled with her.
Yes.
Now he was utter perfection.
“Now, I want my show,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his rock-hard dick. “Take yourself there, Branch. Flaunt my jewel for me. Show me how beautiful it is, what’s mine. And come whenever you’re ready.”
He said nothing.
But he did as told.
And watching him fuck her fist tied to her bed with her jewel winking from his ass, she wished she hadn’t decided that she too was going to wait for her own climax so when the time came to rock his world, she could rock both their worlds.
When he finally blew, it might not have been as outstanding as the first two orgasms she’d given him, but it was still magnificent.
And that was the point. When the real goodness came, he needed to be ready.
Anyway, she couldn’t force that out of him each time or he’d eventually not have the strength to function and that’d be no good at all.
She milked him dry, gently withdrew her hand and folded the cloths over on each other, pulling them away.
She then put her hands to his ass, one thumb to his plug, and kissed the small of his back, pressing in lightly with her thumb, and said there, “You sleep with my jewel, baby.”
“Fuck yeah, Angie.”
She grinned against his skin.
He liked her inside.
And she loved that too.
She made short work of preparing for bed.
And joining Branch there.
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BRANCH
“Good?”
“Fuck yes.”
“More?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Take it, baby.”
“Give it, Angie.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She did, with him untied, cheek in the pillows, knees slightly pulled up, as he’d been ordered, she took his ass with his plug while he stayed in position to take it, unmoving, as he’d also been ordered.
“My cock needs you, Angie,” he grunted.
“Hmm.”
“Please, ma’am.”
“So sweet.”
She went faster.
He pushed his palms into the mattress as his head tilted back.
The tip of the wide plug slammed right where he needed it again and again and shit, fuck, he was gonna blow.
“Ma’am.”
“You like to get fucked, don’t you, Branch?”
“Fuckin’ love it how you do it, Angie.”
“Take more.”
“Let me jack my cock.”
“Not yet.”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
She kept at him and, without his permission, or hers, his hand shot out, bracing against the headboard, and when it did, she demanded, “Up on your knees, hands behind your head.”
He came up on his knees, feeling the plug sink into place, and she was behind him, one hand cupping his balls, the other hand wrapped around his cock and pumping, and he linked his hands behind his head.
“Let go,” she whispered.
He did, thrusting into her hand.
“Need to come,” he grunted.
“Do it,” she whispered.
He arched, she pumped, squeezed, and he shot across the towel she’d slid under him when she’d positioned him.
His body jerked, his cock thrust through her fist, and he kept jetting across the towel until the orgasm shifted to shudders and he fell forward on the bed.
She kept hold and went with him, neither hand moving, just holding him warm and sweet, like her body was curled over him, tits pressed to his back.
Warm and sweet.
“I hadn’t meant to let you come, hoping to get you primed for later, but you’re just so pretty when you blow, baby,” she whispered against his skin. Her tone moved from awed to amused when she went on, “Good I had foresight just in case to lay that towel. After witnessing that, I’m not in the mood for more laundry.”
Shit, he hadn’t told her later would be later because he had to work for Aryas that night.
Now was not that time.
Now was the time to feel fucking great after she’d worked him, get his wits together and allow himself a moment to feel her, warm and sweet, all around him, her hold claiming on his junk, so he could pretend for a time he was the man who could give it to her in a real way and then take out that memory later, when he needed it, having it forever.
Eventually, he murmured, “Need to see to you, Angie.”
“I want you primed, Branch, but I want to be primed too, and if you keep giving me this goodness, when I let you give me the goodness, I might pass out from my orgasm.”
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see that.
“I’ll be there to revive you.”
“Yes, you will,” she whispered, kissing his back.
Branch closed his eyes.
Evangeline laid her cheek to his skin. “As much as I’d like to stay here like this with you forever, I probably should go get ready to sell some houses.”
“Yeah,” he muttered and didn’t hide, like she didn’t, that he didn’t much like agreeing.
He lifted up and she went with him, her hands leaving his groin so she could wrap her arms around his middle.
He stilled.
She rubbed her face in his back.
He closed his eyes again and memorized all of that too.
“Okay,” she gave him a squeeze. “We should probably get out of bed now.”