Page 51 of Nightmare’s Playground

“Yes!”

Tugging with my teeth, I pulled the bud back into my mouth and sucked hard.

“AH!” Joy cried out, fisting my hair in her hands.

God she was so responsive.

Could I make her cum from playing with her tits alone?

I was sure I could, but that would be for later.

“Please,” she begged.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I watched as it glistened. “I’ve dreamed about these tits, Sweets,” I told her, “and now they’re finally mine.”

“Nightmare,” she whimpered.

“Jax.” I looked up at her, seeing the need staring back at me. “Call me Jax, baby. And I’ve got you.”

Dipping my head, I dragged my tongue across her chest to the other tit while my free hand smoothed up her thigh, over the fishnets, to the waistband where they sat against her hip.

“Lift up.”

She shifted her hips from side to side as I peeled the fishnets and the scrap of black lace underneath down her legs, letting them fall to the floor.

“Good girl,” I cooed, getting my first look at the prize between her legs.

Fuck me, she was glorious.

Tits out, skirt hiked up around her waist, black leather boots laced up to her knees, my baby had her legs spread wide on the kitchen island, and her little pussy was bare and pink and dripping just for me.

“Baby,” I croaked. God damn.

I felt like a peasant at the feet of his queen. I knew I was undeserving, but did that stop me?

Fuck no.

I brought my thumb up and pressed the pad against her clit, circling the little nub excruciatingly slow.

Her hips shifted, searching for more, but I kept my rhythm.

Slow.

Painfully slow.

I’d make her beg for more.

“Please,” she whined, tipping her hips, desperate for some kind of friction.

“Please what?”

I lifted my head from her center and groaned at the sight of her. Joy’s eyes were heavy and hooded; her mouth parted in pleasure and pain.

“Do you like that, Sweets?” I asked, watching her face.

She nodded.

I ran my thumb down along the seam of her, so slowly.