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I put the strap-on back in the bag, to her visible disappointment, and went back to work with my mouth.
She tasted incredible. I sucked her clit gently between my lips and flicked it with my tongue while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upward. She let out a long, shaky moan and fell back on the bed, her knees dropping open, one hand pressed to her mouth.
“Five minutes,” she gasped. “Mark. Oh, Mark. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
I did not dare. I licked and sucked and stroked until her thighs clamped round my head, and she came with a wail that she bit off in her fist. I kept going. A second one rolled through her almost at once, harder, her back arching off the sheets. By the time she pushed my head away she was pink to the collarbone, dazed and boneless.
“That’s,” she said, and swallowed. “That’s not ten minutes.”
The phone began to beep.
She looked at it. She looked at me. Then she rolled me onto my back so fast I didn’t see it coming, snapped a cuff round my left wrist, clipped it to the headboard and straddled my hips.
“Time’s up,” she said. “The bet resumes. With interest.”
“You’re not even dressed.”
“Neither are you.” She took my cock in her hand, slick and unhurried. “I’m going to ride you until you’ve paid it all back.”
It took a very long time. Nobody was counting.
Ending 9 of 16: Time’s Up. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.