Sins of the Father by Evelyn Glass

quite touch her clit, so she wasn’t sure she would come during this little experiment, but she was sure Alex would take care of her, in the end.
     
    He stretched out on the bed, face up, his legs spread wide. “Watch first,” he said, smearing lube on his fingers.
     
    She stood at the end of the bed, trying not to feel extraneous as he stroked his cock with one hand, and circled his anus with the other. And then he slid two fingers into his body, smooth and slow, and she watched his eyes pop open with eagerness. “Holy shit,” she murmured, watching his cock twitch in the air, watching his fingers slide in and out of his body. She wanted to touch her clit, wanted to join him in the exploration of his pleasure, but she couldn’t reach it with the harness in the way. She settled for stroking her cock—and groaned like it had been electrified. She’d never played like this before, and it blew her apart, touching that long length in front of her, feeling the twisting sensations within her as the toy shifted.
     
    “Like this,” he said, his voice tight and excited. “Oh, Jesus, Zoey, you keep doing that, I’m going to blow before you touch me.”
     
    She stroked her cock more firmly, and watched his eyes widen. “You better not,” she said. “You told me that I have to fuck you to get fucked tonight, and I want my fucking.”
     
    He tore his hand away from his own cock, cursing. Inspiration passed over her, and she climbed onto the bed. She knelt over him, her ass on his chest, and brushed the head of her toy cock over his lips. “Suck it,” she said.
     
    He went after her with enthusiasm, groaning and licking and sucking the toy. The sensations were muted in her body, but the way his eyes rolled up at her, the way he shivered—that was worth it.
     
    She slid down him again, standing at the end of the bed. He dropped his hips a little, to compensate for his height, and she made herself focus on him, not on the burning in her clit or the tautness of her nipples, as she smeared lube over the length jutting from her hips, then guided the head of her cock to his ass. He hissed in anticipation as she pressed gently forward.
     
    When his body relaxed, and she slipped that first inch inside of him, she gasped, her eyes going wide. His body tensed, electrified; his eyes caught hers and held them. “More,” he said, hoarse and wound incredibly tight. “Jesus, Zoey, more. Oh, please.”
     
    He said please, but she knew a command when she heard one. “What’s that you’re always telling me? Have patience?”
     
    Sweat gleamed over his forehead. “Fuck me, princess, oh god, fuck me before I come without you even halfway in me.”
     
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
     
    “I’ll stop you if you do.”
     
    She slid forward, pressing her cock into him slowly, listening to him curse, each sound making her cunt tighten around her end of the toy, and she felt her body clenching, spasming in little mini-orgasms that left her vision spotted and her knees weak. She balanced herself with a hand on his thigh as their hips met. He cried out at the contact, writhing. His cock was rigid and thick on his belly, gleaming with his arousal. She reached between them and traced one fingernail down his length. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck fuck fuck, what are you trying to do to me?”
     
    She laughed as she pulled back slowly, then brought herself forward again. The cock inside of her slid more smoothly this time, and she began to reevaluate her opinion that she wouldn’t come like this. It was rubbing right up against the spot that made her see stars. The pressure wasn’t direct, but it was intense all the same. “I’m following directions,” she said, another stroke bending his back and making him curse. “You told me to fuck you. I am pretty sure I’m fucking you.”
     
    His hands were fisted in the sheets, his forearms corded with wiry muscle as he gasped. “Jesus,  I am not going to last, this