“You’re killing me,” I said, panting when her walls clenched me.
She tilted her head, giving me that look that was hot enough for me to throb painfully inside her.“But you like being in my hands,” she whispered, kissing my jaw and pulling away before I could capture her lips.“You like doing whatever I tell you to.”
“Yes,” I breathed.“Yes, I fucking do—fuck.Katie.Harder.”
She slammed down on me, my lips parting in a soundless moan as my hands clenched around the scarf.I wanted to hold her so badly, guide her hips on me, but I had signed up forthis, wanting her to use me however she wanted.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine in a searing kiss.She took control, angling her face and deepening it until we both were breathless.
My restraint was wearing thin.I could feel my balls knotted tight.But she rode me harder, quicker, with her hips slamming and her fingers rubbing her clit, chasing her own orgasm.Her moans turned into short little gasps.
She leaned close, and I saw it as her face flushed, eyes squeezing shut and mouth open in that helpless, sexy way.Her body convulsed around me.
“Fuck—” she breathed, dropping her head back as she orgasmed.
Her muscles clamped and milked me in spasms that dragged me to the edge.Her hips quivered as she collapsed against my chest, breathless and trembling.
I let her go through aftershocks, my cock pulsing for release.I wanted to wait for her breath to catch up, for her to calm, but something feral snapped inside me.Seeing her undone like that, hearing her sweet moans, ignited a burning need.
Her thighs quivered around me and the small clench of her pussy made my mind go blank.In one swift motion, I released my wrists.With a quick, practiced move, I pushed her back against the couch, pinning her dainty wrists in one palm of my hand.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.I saw the surprise flash across her face, quickly replaced by delicious anticipation.I reached for the scarf again.My fingers knotted her wrists together in gentle but firm loops, pulling them tight enough that she couldn’t wriggle free, but not so tight that she’d be in pain.
She watched me, her eyes wide and lips parted.That sight shot heat through me like a live wire.“Dylan,” she breathed.I didn’t know whether it was a plea or a command.
“I know, darling,” I said, kissing her forehead.“I know.”
I leaned close until my mouth was near her ear.“You looked so incredibly hot using me as your toy,” I whispered.“But now you’ll let me fuck this pretty cunt, no?”My hand slid along her side, down the curve of her hip, and I cupped her pussy which was wet and soaked and ready.
“Y-yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking.
I trailed kisses down her neck, then to the slope of her shoulder.I pushed her dress up and groaned.
“What the fuck is this?”I demanded, eyeing the tiny piece of lace that curved around her soaked lips, leaving her flushed pussy bare.“Can you even call it underwear?”
“I-it’s a crotchless thong,” she said, squirming under me, but I kept her pinned, not letting her move an inch.“I wanted to surprise you.”
I cupped her pussy and glared at her.“Well, color me surprised then.”I eyed her, breathless and twisting with desire.I spanked her pussy, eliciting a small moan from her.“You wore it the entire fucking day, hm?While I was cooking dinner for us, you were prancing around other people in this tiny thing?”
“No,” she gasped, trying to move away when I spanked her pussy again, her hips bucking.“I changed into this before I came here.”
I believed her.And I didn’t care if she wore it around other people as long as it reminded her that she belonged to me.
“You’re filthy, darling,” I said, pushing my cock inside her, keeping her crotchless thong on.“Filthy as fuck.”
Her toes curled as I increased the pace.I wrapped my hands around her pinned wrists, the soft couch squeaking with the force of my thrusts.I couldn’t stop staring at the way her face contorted with pleasure, her cunt fluttering around me as I kept my rhythm fast and hard.
Our breaths turned ragged and hot, her eyes turning glassy when I slammed hard inside her.Her legs wrapped around my waist, driving me deeper, and I lost it.I groaned, filling her up as my body trembled with orgasm.
Katie came again, and it was softer than before, but it still felt intense.I collapsed onto her, and we lay there, sticky and breathless with the scarf around her wrists.Her hair had escaped the elastic and fanned on the couch, her eyes closed and lips swollen into a smile.
I pressed my forehead to hers and let out a laugh.“You okay?”I asked gently, removing the scarf and rubbing her wrists.
She opened her eyes, her hazel eyes bright.“Yes,” she whispered, and then she squeezed my hand.“Sorry the dinner’s cold now.”
I grinned and kissed her.“Don’t worry about it.”
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