Page 93 of Desire and Discipline

This was what it felt like to be on the receiving end.

Helpless.

Pleasured.

The fires raging inside him clashed, the discomfort and sting of being taken warring with the pleasure of that spot deep inside him, of her hand working his cock. Samuel held onto his legs for dear life as the agonizing ecstasy swirled within him, sending him higher and higher.

He was not going to be able to hold back from cumming, no matter what she wanted from him.

“Catherine… I cannot…”

“Hold it for me… hold it for me, Samuel…” She gasped as she slid inside him again, her eyelashes fluttering with her own pleasure. “Just a little longer.”

It was pure torture, his balls aching, spine tingling, as his need grew sharper, more demanding.

“Please… please…”

Her hand gripped him tighter, almost to the point of pain—if he was capable of feeling such things anymore. The pain and pleasure had melded together, blending until he could not tell where one began and the other left off.

“Now, Samuel… now!” Her cry went higher, wild, as she reached her own peak, slamming so deep into him that he felt it in his chest. A chest that was suddenly splashed with hot, wet liquid as his own release spouted, his cock throbbing against her pumping hand. Stream after stream of his seed splashed across his body while his muscles shuddered around the cock inside him.

Unlike him, it did not deflate as Catherine climaxed, and his own pleasure went on and on long after his balls were empty, leaving him spasming despite the lack of fluid to fount.

It was the most intensely erotic experience of his life.

Catherine

Cleaned and rested, Catherine snuggled into Samuel’s shoulder. His arm was around her, her head pillowed on his body in that delightful little nook beside his chest. She stroked her fingers through the wiry hair that had so recently been covered in his seed.

Watching him climax while she was inside him had been uniquely powerful and incredibly pleasurable. She liked her new toy very much and gathered he did as well.

“Are you happy, love?” he asked, his fingers stroking her arm.

“Very.” She tilted her head back so she could look at him, and he twisted onto his side—depriving her of the nook but also putting his other arm around her so she was held securely in his arms. “You are the best Christmas gift I have ever received.”

The tiny lines in the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed.

“As you are mine.”

He moved, their lips coming together in meeting, and Catherine felt her heart swell in her breast.

For the rest of her life, Christmas was going to be her favorite holiday.

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