Page 63 of Claiming Lily

He clicks the vibrator on. “Clothes off. On the bed.”

I mean, who would say no to that? In mere seconds, my dress and bra are on the floor and I’m lying on the sheets.

“Remember what I said earlier?” he asks as he joins me.

Confusion ripples through me.

That only seems to make him amused. “You shouldn’t threaten me,” he reminds me, centering my vibrator between my legs. “You’ll lose every time.” He thrusts the vibrator into me all the way to the end. The clit teaser spreads me, caressing and thrumming against my nerves. Shifting so he’s kneeling over me, Gage keeps the toy deep inside me, working it back and forth, building me up until I grasp the sheets, and then he turns it off and takes it out.

“What the fu–” The word chokes off as Gage drives into me.

His cock stretches my walls and I take a deep breath, trying to relax my body as he drops one hand over my head. “That’s it, Lily, you can take it.” He claims my lips, grinding against me, filling me until I can’t even think.

Then he pulls out.

I growl against his mouth, my walls clamping around him in protest, and I swear he smiles.

The vibrator clicks on and he pushes it inside me, teasing my entrance as he kisses me. I rock my hips, driving the vibrator deeper. When I do that, Gage takes it out, the tip barely touching my entrance.

“Please,” I rasp, breaking away from the kiss.

“Not yet,” he sits back on his heels, hands on my hips. “Turn over.”

“Are you going to let me come?”

“Eventually.”

I scowl.

He bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

Desperate to finally come, I roll over and get to my knees, dropping my chest to the mattress and arching to give him a better view. “Come on, Gage, you know you want to fuck me.”

The vibrator pushes into me again. “Baby, I don’t want to fuck you. I want to own you.” To prove his point, he clicks the vibrator three times, putting it at the highest setting and driving it in and out of me. I pant, the clit teaser making my body spasm, and pinch my eyes closed, praying he’ll finally give me what I want.

But somehow, like every time before, he knows right when I’m at that point, and turns off the vibrator.

I slap my palm against the sheets and glare at him over my shoulder. “You’re really starting to make me mad.”

He sets the vibrator aside, positioning himself behind me. “Is that so?”

“I want. To come.”

“I know.” He slots himself at my hole, gliding one hand up my back and taking a fist full of hair. He tugs and slams into me so hard a cry tears from my lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He sets a punishing pace, hips slapping against mine, a firm grasp on my hair to keep me right where he wants me. I have no control, and I’ve never been more okay with it because finally, fucking finally I’m closer than I’ve been all night to coming. This is it. He’s going to give it to me.

Only he doesn’t. He waits until I’m out of breath, trembling, so close to the edge, and slides out of me.

All I can do is whine. “Please, Gage.”

“Not yet.” He turns me over, sits on his ass and helps me straddle his hips. I reach between us, lining him up right where I want him, and glare at him as I slide down his length.

“You’re going to let me come.”

“No, I’m not,” he rasps as I circle my hips.

“Yes,” I say, grabbing his throat and dragging his mouth to mine. “You will.”