“Can’t whine at me anymore about being incontrolwhen I tie you up.”
Icanstill hear him moan for me, though.
And that’s the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“You’re mine now, Oliver. And I’m going to act like it. Iwant to fill you with my cum and watch you downstairs for the rest of the nightknowingpart of me is still inside you.”
I’m dimly aware that Oliver could reach up and tug the fabric off his lips if he wanted to.
But he doesn’t.
He likes the idea of restraint.
And he loves doing what I say.
My cock pulses at that thought.
“Ilovethat I’m the first person to take your tight ass. And I’m going to have this ass whenever I want it.”
He’s starting to buck his hips backward against me.
He’s asking formore.
And that only brings me closer to the edge.
“I love every time you finally bend and break for me,” I utter, my words coming out breathless between each thrust and smack of my legs against his ass. “Take my cum. Then stay hard all night for me until you come whenIwant you to.”
I exhale as I let go inside him. I feel like I’m firing a goddamn slingshot inside him, coming so hard it takes me by surprise.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
I stay inside him for a moment.
And then another.
Watching the cleft of his ass, and that perfect line that goes up the center of his back.
Good Lord.
I am fucking addicted.
And I like this person a little too much.
I finally catch my breath as I slide out.
I grab tissues and help him clean up. I pull the knotfrom my hoodie and it falls away from him, and when he looks back at me, something thuds in my chest.
Looking at his eyes does something to me. And it almost feels more intimate than the actual sex we just had.
“You’re still going to edge me all night, aren’t you?” he asks.
God, I even fucking respond to his voice, now.
“Yes,” I tell him, disregarding his gorgeous, hard cock between his legs. “I’m edging you. Let’s go downstairs.”
I charge ahead of him because I can’t look in his eyes without feeling a little insane.
