“Yes. Fuck me. Yes.” She ran her hands over my skin. My cheek. Neck. Shoulders. Arms. Anything—everything—she could reach. “Use the handcuffs. She wants them.”
“Does your hot little pussy want me to restrain you?” Our conversation was odd and strangely arousing. She acted like her desire was a different person. A wilder, more primitive version of her.
“Yes. Hurry. I can’t control her.” Lyra reached for the waist of my jeans. Popped the button free. Eager hands plunged down, wrapped around my cock. Stroked a few drops of precum from the tip.
If she kept touching me, I’d never last. Apparently, I couldn’t control my dick, either.
Maybe the handcuffs weren’t such a bad idea.
I pulled away and perched on my knees. Reached down and pulled the handcuffs I always carried free from the IWB carrier attached to my waist. I dangled them in the air between us.
She stopped breathing. Placed her hands over her head once more, wrists touching. “Yes.”
I crawled over her to secure her wrists, slightly disturbed at how fucking hot this was making me. Unhinged. She was pushing me in ways no woman ever had before. Worse, I wasn’tsure I ever wanted this to stop. I had to clear my throat in order to speak. “Keep your hands here and don’t move.”
“Yes. Mine.” Her voice was deeper again. Clipped. Commanding. Her gaze focused on me like two laser beams.
I stood and made a show of removing the rest of my clothes. My shoes. She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Her breasts heaved up and down as I watched. Perfect tits. Full. Firm. My dick sprang free and I wrapped a firm fist around it, ordered it to calm the fuck down for a few minutes. I was about to be balls deep in the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and I wanted it to last more than two minutes.
I leaned down and tugged her pants over her hips, down her legs. Yanked them off with her boots. Her legs were long, strong, curved in all the right places. Her thighs were full and soft as satin when I ran my hands over her skin on my way to the glistening pink pussy waiting for me.
Maybe we should have moved to the bedroom. A couch. Fuck, some carpet or even a soft rug. Anywhere but cold, hard tile. But it was too late. The scent of her pussy made me dizzy and I dropped to my knees. Knelt between her thighs, used my hands to push her knees wide, spread her open for my gaze. My fingers. My tongue.
My dick.
Oh, hell yeah. I was gonna fuck that wet pussy. I was going to make her beg.
One last glimmer of sanity shoved its way into my mind. “I don’t have a condom.”
She shook her head, her seductive whisper melting away the last or my resistance. “Don’t need one. I want your seed inside me. I want your scent all over my skin. I need it.”
My balls tightened at her crude words. No woman I knew talked like that.
She wasn’t a normal woman. She was an agent. A spy. A predator. Like me.
I positioned myself between her legs and looked up to see her gaze locked on my every movement. “Don’t move.” I slipped two fingers inside her core, rode a powerful surge of satisfaction when her entire body shuddered, but she didn’t move. “This pussy is mine now.”
With a hunger I’d never felt before, I lowered my head and locked my lips over her swollen clit. Her taste exploded on my tongue, tangy and sweet, like lemonade and honey.
I was not a man who ignored the needs of my lovers. I always made sure they came first. Always. But this time, I needed her to fall apart. Lose her fucking mind. Shudder and sob and scream. The need rode me like a demon on my back, under my skin, in my blood. Making her pussy flutter and spasm with an orgasm became my singular obsession. I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be. I fucked her with two fingers. Then three. Rubbed the inner walls of her swollen, hot pussy as I worked her clit with my tongue. Rubbing. Sucking.
Claiming.
Strange word, but that’s what it felt like. Primitive. Not just sex. A reckoning.
When her keening cries drowned out my own thoughts, I pushed my fingers deep and enjoyed the way the walls of her pussy clamped down, then fluttered around my fingers. I rose up over her, watched her face as she gave herself to the pleasure. To me. She was ready now. My cock didn’t fall to my knees, but it was thick. Too much for some women. I’d had issues in the past. Had to be careful.
I didn’t want to be careful. Gentle. Slow. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes.”
“Are you…”
Her gaze locked on my face. “What?”
I glanced down at my dick where it hung between us. Her gaze followed mine and when I glanced up to gauge her reaction, she licked her lips. Fuuuuck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Do it. I want you. Please.” She glanced up into my face, chest heaving. “Fuck me. Don’t hold back. I need you.”
