Theon didn’t just lose himself in the heat and start thrusting away. He was a master of control, and right now, that control was being used to push me to the very edge of sanity. He started by slipping just the tip of his c**k inside me, shallow and teasing, moving in that limited space for a few strokes until I was practically clawing at his back. Only then, once he’d heard my breath hitch in desperation, did he drive himself in deep, bottoming out against my cunt.
He kept repeating that specific, maddening order. He’d give me a couple of slow, shallow thrusts that barely grazed my entrance, followed by one singular, soul shattering deep thrust. As the minutes ticked by and the air in the hall grew heavy with the scent of s*x, the pattern shifted. The number of shallow, teasing strokes b
