Harlow pulls back, and there’s a fresh fire in her eyes.
“Green,” I say.
She nods and shifts so she’s lying betweenmy legs. I wrap them around her hips. She’s so hot, I forget my hands are restrained and my wrists catch on the binding. The inability to move my arms, knowing I’m at another person’s mercy, always leaves me breathless and quivering. This time is no different.
Harlow guides the tip of the strap to my entrance, teasing me through the thin material of my ruined underwear, and I let out a low mewl. I never needed to get her strap wet with my mouth, I’m so drenched, there’s probably a puddle of my arousal on the comforter.
“About time we got rid of these, huh?” Harlow presses my legs together to slide my panties off before pushing my knees back apart. I strain against the restraints to lift my head and watch. The sight of her strap pushing inside me is borderline pornographic, and I nearly go blind with ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I say as she eases deeper inside. It’s thick, and it’s been a minute, but I don’t want her to stop. Slowly, she fills me until her body is flush against mine, then pauses, allowing my body time to adjust. She studies me the whole time, gauging my reaction.
“Good?” she asks.
I nod breathlessly.
She smiles, then licks her lips. “You can’t come until I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
There’s a smug smirk in Harlow’s voice when she says, “Good girl.”
And then she’s thrusting.
“Oh, oh fuck. Oh.Yes!” I groan as she picks up the pace. Harlow grips me by the hips and starts pounding into me. Itighten my hold on the restraints and buck my hips off the mattress as she slams deeper and deeper inside me.
My abdomen tightens. I’m not going to last long, so I force myself to concentrate.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Harlow pants.
I whimper. My legs tremble. I’ve lost the rhythm, and it’s taking all my focus not to come. I can only lie here and take it as she fucks mehard.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
I moan as she pinches my nipples before rolling them over her fingers. She caresses my tits, spending special attention to them, and it’s going to push me over the edge.
“Please,” I say breathlessly. “Please, can I come?”
“Hm.” She pretends to think. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”
Before I can answer, she presses two fingers against my lips, and I greedily suck them into my mouth.
“Shit.” Harlow groans under her breath, and I remember the ribbed base grinding against her clit. She’s close too.
“Look how obedient you are now.” Harlow drags her fingers from my mouth and down my bottom lip. She presses her wet fingers to my clit and circles.
“You can come,” she says. The sentence barely leaves her lips when I break apart. We come together, her with a drawn-out moan and me with a scream. My pussy clenches, my hips thrashing wildly at the intensity of the sensations. The pent-up orgasm has my body convulsing as it rocks through my core. Harlow carefully eases out of me as I lie limp and boneless, my breathing erratic.
Harlow slides lower, kissing my stomach softly, then my hip, then my thigh.
“That was—Oh,shit. What’re you…” I trail off, losing the ability to speak as she languidly licks up my inner thigh to the crease between my hip and leg. She’s so close to my folds, my clit twitches.
“I told you,” Harlow says. “Good girls get rewarded. And you were a very good girl just now.” She inhales sharply. “Fuck. You have such a pretty pussy.”
