Page 7 of Break Me Not

I wasn't embarrassed by the sounds I made when I came. If anything, I made myself louder. I praised her. I told her how good it felt for her tongue to make me come. Because this was for her. With so little effort, she had made me come so hard that she deserved to hear all of it.

But she wasn't done. The three orgasms would come faster than I anticipated, but our night was far from over.

Jax

“I know you can fuck me harder than that⁠—”

Her voice was cut off as my hips slammed into her. She braced herself on the headboard, one hand digging into the leather, the other grabbing the leash that was attached to the collar on my neck.

She pulled it harder, enticing me to move even faster.

One of my hands was on her hips, slamming it into me for an even stronger thrust. The other was against the headboard, balancing myself. Sweat rolled down my body and onto the beautiful line of her back. I wouldn't allow myself to get distracted by the delicate tattoo there, my urge to worship the goddess under me too strong.

She had picked a curved fake cock that, instead of being strapped onto me, fit inside me. Her pussy sucked me in eagerly, and with each thrust, it rocked against my G-spot.

“Am I fucking you good, Mommy?” I asked, my lips coming to her ear.

Flames burst in my belly, but for her, I ignored it. She was the center. My everything. My orgasm hinged on hers. If she wasn’t coming, then neither was I.

“So good… Ah, fuck! There⁠—”

I had shifted my hips and found the place that made her grip on the leash tighten. It forced me closer and made it a bit more difficult to fuck her, but there was no way I was going to disappoint this queen.

“You’re fucking ethereal,” I panted. “Your body. Fuck, the noises you’re making. I need it all.”

“Then work harder for it.”

My hand left her hip to reach under her and find her clit. She fully melted into the headboard as I played with it.

“Oh… Oh, yes, good girl. You’re Mommy’s good gir⁠—”

She came with an explosive cry. I fucked her through it, never giving up until she went slack, and even then I was slowly pumping into her.

“Can I come, please? Have I been good enough?”

“Lie down,” she ordered breathlessly.

I carefully pulled out of her and let her push me onto the cold silk sheets, the coolness stark against my hot, sweaty skin.

She positioned herself over me, one hand holding the dildo that was still inside me, and slowly started rocking it into me. I arched into her, my pleasure skyrocketing.

My legs fell open for her.

“You’ve done so well for me,” she cooed.

My hands came up to play with her mask.

“May I?”

“Only if you take off yours.”

I let out a whine as she paused her thrusting.

Ripping my mask off, I bared my face to her, and she did the same. Her makeup had been badly smudged, but it made her all the hotter. Her light brown eyes stared into mine with a sparkle I was glad to have put there.

She started fucking me again, but I was gone. The moment I saw her entire face, I was falling into an orgasm.

“Fuck yes.”