He could push her over the bed and take her from behind, using her bound wrists to pull her back onto his cock.
Later.
“Oh, I—” she said.
He turned her back to face him and shoved her shoulders to force her to kneel at his feet, right by the side of the tall bed. “Open.”
Her blue eyes were wide, almost frightened, just the hint of tears on her lower eyelids but not quite enough to make him stop.
God, this woman wasperfect.He could fuck her forweeks.
He unbuttoned his tuxedo trousers, lifting away the long flap that wrapped to his obliques. “I said, open your mouth, and lay back across the bed because I’m going to fuck your tits first, then your mouth.”
She eased herself backward, her eyes still wide and wary, and he pulled his erection out of his pants.
He hadn’t thought her eyes could get any bigger, but they did.
Her eyes grew to huge, startled pools of blue. Max didn’t need to give her the spiel about how he could hold back if he hurt her yet. Let her worry that he was going to force that monster inside her for a while.
He stepped forward to straddle her legs, flopped it on her chest, and pressed it between the fragrant globes of her breasts. The neckline of her dress he’d pulled under her breasts still pressed her tits tightly together, and he slid between them, the dry friction of her skin tugging at his foreskin and shaft. Slippery beads of precum leaked from his tip, wetting her cleavage with each stroke.
Pleasure rippled up his skin. He wanted to fuck every part of her, but he’d start with this.
Slow at first because he wanted to feel himself fucking her smoothness, he held those delicious tits more tightly and thumbed her nipples, then pinched them every time he slid through. She was half-lying back on the bed, arching her breasts harder into his hands as he kneaded and fucked them, and moaning with his hands pulling and pinching her.
The tension built in him, and he didn’t hold back because he was going to keep fucking her anyway. As his body tightened, he grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.
Her tongue wrapped his cock, licking him inside her mouth, and he fucked her face until he came. He squeezed his eyes shut, crashing into the moment of mindless ecstasy and the electric, involuntary spasms slamming through his body. He held her on him while he spurted down her throat.
When he released her, she sucked his softening erection back into her mouth for a second and then licked the long, thick length of him with the sumptuous flat of her tongue so he could see her do it, and she looked up at him while her tongue ran up the length of him.
God, he got swollen and hard again, just watching her do that.
He grabbed her hair on the back of her head in his fist and guided her mouth down to lick his erection again, and then up.
She stared into his eyes while she worked his cock with her tongue.
Oh, this woman would be a handful.
He grabbed her under her armpits and easily tossed her back over the bed, her hands still bound behind her back. He tugged his pants up around his waist so he wouldn’t trip on them.
She flopped and rolled a little to one side as she shoved her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down her legs with one hand. She flipped her arms over her head because he’d only loosely bound her hands. She could roll her wrists and reposition them easily within the stretchy and soft cotton of his tee shirt. He grabbed the whole coverlet, dragged her toward him, and buried his face between her thighs. He jammed his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with his tongue.
Her hips rose off the bed, and her gasp was a hard cry. He ate her out, sucking at her folds of flesh and the hard knot at the apex between them, and licking up and down her wet slit.
When she tried to roll away from him, crying out, “Not yet! I don’t want to come yet!” he wrestled her hips down with a full nelson around her thighs and sucked her into his mouth. She was crying and thrashing, her breasts jiggling when he glanced up, and he unwrapped one arm from her thigh and slid his fingers inside her to press up with his fingers and down with his tongue.
On his left shoulder, her hand clenched, and her fingernails pressed into his skin just a little.
His attention faltered, feeling the promise of pain from her nails, but she released him.
He rubbed her, hard, with both his fingers and tongue, and her whole body flailed as she sucked in a gasp and then pulsed around his fingers and against his tongue in fluttering vibrations as she shrieked and grabbed handfuls of his dark hair.
He drew out her orgasm, continuing to grind his tongue and fingers inside her slowly, gently, to make her keep cresting and pulsing again andagain,longer andlonger,until she was sobbing with each breath and gasp.
He retreated, listening to her pant with a tortured rasp at the beginning of each breath.
Ah, nice.
