Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage by Qwillia Rain

stopped, lifted his head just enough to regain her attention, and ordered firmly, “No climaxing.” Leaving her little time to absorb his command, he fastened his lips around one nipple and concentrated on removing the residue of her passion from the hot, puckered tip.
    Beneath him, Mattie squirmed. Her hips thrust against his rock-hard cock while her fingers flexed, leaving more half-moon-shaped indentations in his skin. The heated flesh of her thighs wrapped around his waist. Pleas spilled out between gasps and moans, each sound increasing his arousal and determination to extend her passion for as long as possible.
    Long before he’d had enough, but not as soon as he’d expected, the first shudder of climax rippled through her body. She’d held herself still so long that he knew from her movements that she’d fought coming until gaining his permission. Returning his lips to hers, he sipped the last of her taste from her mouth, eased away and down, so her thighs once again bracketed his shoulders, and urged, “That’s it, Lawrence, come for me.”
     
    Another gasp slipped between her lips as the two fingers within her began thrusting in tandem with the attentions of his tongue on her clit. Yes, she’d touched herself and masturbated before, but the orgasms she’d attained had never been anything like this. The knot twisting tighter and tighter within her belly frightened her with its intensity. Her tits felt as if they would explode; they swelled, and the nipples were so hard she didn’t think they’d ever return to normal. Her eyes closed, her head tipped back, as she relinquished control and let herself drown in the sensations washing over her.
    Those last three words were her undoing. Unable to hold back her cries, she lost herself in the pulsing wash of orgasm. Stronger than any she’d created on her own, she was barely aware of the way her thighs squeezed tight around his shoulders. Moisture flooded her passage and coated her thighs. The swipe of Bryce’s tongue and the growl of approval rising from his chest as he lapped up her juices sent another wave of pleasure through her, surprising her at the almost-painful pulse of her body.
    Spent, her body feeling boneless and tired, Mattie lay beneath his rangy frame as he licked away all evidence of her climax. Aching but sated, she remained still, awaiting Bryce’s next direction. His first words were a bit of a surprise, but not unexpected considering how intense her reaction had been to his attentions.
    “I take it it’s been some time since you’ve had sex, huh?”
    “Mmmm-hmm,” Mattie responded, without giving away the whole truth. Try never . Of all the things she knew about Bryce, the one thing that worried her most was his avoidance of innocents. Having watched him over the years, and the relationships he’d drifted in and out of, Mattie concluded that a woman’s virginity was the last gift Bryce would want bestowed on him.
    Bryce shifted into a seated position, tugging her along so she straddled his lap, her wet pussy centered over his cock, held safely away from her flesh by the barrier of his slacks. One hand stroked the damp curls away from her cheeks and behind her ears, while the other seemed to measure the weight of her breasts, the beat of her heart, perhaps even the texture of her sweat-soaked skin as he smoothed his callused palm over her body. The lower it moved, the more ragged her breathing grew.
    Even as she thought to voice a protest at the arousing stroke of his fingertips, he slipped them between her thighs and had one finger buried knuckles deep inside her. Arching upward, her hands clutched at his shoulders. “Please.” She wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for, she only knew the need was growing again.
    His gaze held hers as he pulled her close; his free hand shifted from her cheek to the nape of her neck, and finally, to her back. “Please what, Lawrence?” Lips drifting against hers in a soft caress, he slid his