Seven

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Book: Seven by Claire Kent Read Free Book Online
Authors: Claire Kent
her inner
muscles clenched around him. “Watch it,” he said, his entire body jerking at
the sudden pressure. “Or this will be over before it’s started.”
    “Before it’s started? I thought we
started at 2:10.” Amy stroked playfully over the lower part of this damp
stomach.
    He was clearly trying to make his
mind work at its normal speed and acuteness, but his eyes were glazed over.
“Right,” he mumbled, obviously unable to come up with a clever response. “I
meant this time. You want to come again, don’t you? In case you hadn’t realized
it, I’m rather close to losing it.”
    “Really?” Amy breathed, hiding a
smile. She slid her hands up to fondle his nipples. “You’re doing so well. I’m
sure you can hold out for three more orgasms.”
    She could tell he was getting
suspicious—even desire this strong couldn’t turn off all of his mental
faculties—so she didn’t give him time to think. Started rocking back and forth.
    Owen released his breath with a little
moan and clutched at her hips.
    Amy wasn’t planning to come
again—four orgasms were quite enough to satisfy her physical needs and to
stroke his swollen ego—but she’d always loved being astride him so she relaxed
her body and enjoyed the feelings.
    “Good,” Owen said hoarsely, his neck
arching back in a way that tilted his face away from her. “Good, baby. That’s
it.” He was trying to guide her motion with his hands, and she decided he might
lose control faster if she let him have his way. So she followed his urging,
made circular movements with her hips. Moaned softly.
    The pleasure was real and was slowly
building up into a deep pressure inside her. Her previous orgasms actually
seemed to have made coming again easier—as if her body was now primed and ready,
and the slightest stimulation could push her over the edge. She had to be careful
or else she would beat Owen to climax.
    It wasn’t often that a woman would
try her best not to orgasm, but these were unusual circumstances.
    “Owen,” she gasped, straightening her
spine and letting her head fall backwards. “God, Owen!” She told herself that
these impassioned exclamations were purely to turn Owen on even more, but she
couldn’t quite convince herself. She hadn’t intended to say anything. Certainly
not what she said next. “You feel so good.”
    “Yes,” Owen hissed, staring at her
hotly, directing the motion of her pelvis with his strong hands. “That’s right.
Come, Amy. Come for me again.”
    It wouldn’t take very much more of
this erotic stimulation before she would, so she focused—not on her
pleasure—but on what was most essential. Her victory. Decided she better speed
things up before her priorities got rearranged.
    Instead of rocking rhythmically and
grinding over him, Amy started moving over his cock, using her thighs to lever
herself up and down. In this way, she quickly developed a rapid pumping motion.
    “Fuck,” Owen choked, trying to hold
her still. His tight grip was painful but failed to prevent her from riding him
hard. “I can’t…” He sucked in a harsh breath and twisted his features with
effort. She could feel that the muscles of his belly were rock hard as her
hands pushed down on him for leverage. “Amy, wait. I can’t…”
    His eyes were wild and desperate, and
Amy knew exactly what he couldn’t do.
    He couldn’t hold himself back anymore,
and she didn’t want him to.
    She was breathless now and not just
from the renewed exertion. But fortunately the sudden change in stimulation had
interrupted her rising climax. She bounced over him, noticing with a naughty
thrill how his eyes lowered from her blazing face to her shaking breasts. Her
movements were growing sloppy and uncontrolled, but she knew precision didn’t
matter now as much as speed and intensity. Her thighs were starting to burn,
but she knew she was driving Owen crazy.
    “Amy,” he said in a thick voice. “Amy,
love, I can’t…” He couldn’t

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