“Such a good boy.” I lower down onto him. His hard cock filling me as I cry out. “Fuck, Efren.”
He feels like the first time, every time. I grind on top ofhim. The friction of him stretching me makes my hips roll farther. He moves his mouth to my breast, sucking in my nipple and biting down gently. My pussy clenches, and I need more. I want more.
“God.” I moan. “I want you to fuck me, Efren. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Remove the restraints, darling, and I’ll fuck every hole in your body until you’re crying.”
I want us to lose control and our bodies to indulge in the depravity of our desires. I stare down at where we’re joined and watch myself rise up and lower down on him. My hands thread back into his hair, and I pull harder. The heat in my body rises, and I slam back down onto him.
My cock.
My man.
I ride him, my body getting lost in the moment. My hand lowers to his neck, and I squeeze it tight as my pussy clamps around him. My head falls back, and I cry out his name.
“Efren… yesss… yes… Efren.”
Warm liquid spills out as my orgasm floods through me. My body convulses, and my limbs loosen as I fall forward. I undo the handcuffs with the last of my strength and look back to Efren.
There’s madness in his eyes as he stares into mine, but there’s no sign of his own relief. He lifts me effortlessly and turns me around, his dick still hard when it hits my ass. His breath is hot in my ear, and his voice is low.
“My turn.”
My turn?
My body is pushed forward before I can react.
“Efren!” I cry, looking up from the floor to where he towers over me.
“I told you, Kitten, you can have your fun first, but then it’s Daddy’s turn.”
“I don’t think I can cum anymore,” I stammer.
“Oh, you can and you will.”
I can see the challenge in his eyes and remember how much I wanted him to take me when we were in Los Angeles. Efren kneels and reaches for my foot. Slowly, he drags me across the floor to him.
“I don’t think that was good enough, Alma. I think your body wants more.”
He throws my legs over his shoulders and dives down, his mouth hot against me as he licks up my arousal. My hands grasp at his hair, my body fighting the growing sensation, but there’s no fighting this madness between us. He devours me. The metal barbel piercing on his tongue presses down on my sensitive nub. My fingers loosen their grip, and my legs begin to shake. Stars erupt across my vision, and my release crashes through me.
“Two,” Efren counts.
I look through my fluttering lashes at the mania in his eyes.God this man is mad.There’s no way I can cum again, but my protest dies in my throat as he lifts me to the sofa. He moves my hands to the metal rings where I’d cuffed him.
“Hold on, darling.”
My grasp tightens when I feel the tip of him at my back hole.
“No. Efren, I’m not?—”
“Shhhh. Don’t worry. I’m gonna lube you up.”
I hear him fumble through the drawers as the anticipation rises in me. Cold fingers slide through my cheeks and over my back hole. I tense and cry out when I feel his finger enter me.
“Relax. Let me show you how good this feels.”
“Efren,” I moan, my voice reflecting the weariness in my body.
