Page 52 of Control Freak

“Shiloh,” Holden said firmly. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open, taking in his stern face hovering above mine. So handsome. So confident. He’d left the chair and was standing beside the bed so he could watch me fall apart.

“You’re going to come hands-free,” he said. “You can do that, can’t you?”

A breath shuddered out of me. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve never done it?”

I shook my head.

“Well, let’s find out.” He looked pointedly at my fingers still curled around my hard-on.

With a whimper, I forced myself to let go and flop my hand back to the bed beside me.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “Now, suck on that Ring Pop you like so much so you don’t make noise. I’m gonna turn it up.”

“Oh god,” I muttered, just before the intensity increased.

I shoved the ring in my mouth, moaning around it, sucking hard as my insides quaked.

The sensation vanished as quickly as it came.

I panted, stunned, as my ass echoed with the pulses that had shaken me. Now that they were gone, I wanted them back.

“Don’t stop. Please.”

Holden had pushed his shorts down to mid-thigh, closing a hand around his thick dick. I instantly wanted it in my mouth.

He went to his knees beside the bed, stroking, as he fumbled with the remote. “Sorry, sweet thing. I lost the plot. You’re just so sexy right now.”

The massager whirred to life, and I wondered why I’d begged for the pleasurable torture to resume. It was too much. I needed to touch myself.

“Holden, I don’t think I can?—”

“Your nipples, baby. Pinch them.”

I grabbed them, tugging and twisting, relieved to have a distraction from the pressure in my core.

Holden moaned this time, and I found just enough mental space to tease him. “Uh-oh. Maybe you should muffle your noise.”

I held out my hand, ring already shiny with my saliva.

Holden dipped down, tongue flicking out to lick the tip of the candy. He shocked me. I never thought he’d take it seriously, but Holden swirled his tongue over the candy, then closed his mouth around it and groaned.

It was too much.

The pulsing in my ass, the way his cock shuttled through his fist, the slapping sound lewdly sexy. The smell of my precum hanging in the air as my cock drooled a steady stream from the prostate massage.

Holden’s mouth around that candy, looking so good I could almostfeelit on me.

The dam broke, and ecstasy flooded me. It wasn’t the sudden lightning strike of my usual orgasms. It filled me up and carried me gently. I floated on and on, caught in its current, as my body trembled and my pleasure flowed out of my cock, dripping down my shaft and onto my belly.

I was dimly aware of Holden grunting and falling against the side of the bed, breathing hard.

“Too much,” I gasped as the toy continued to milk me. “Please…”

It stopped abruptly. The world came back into focus.