Her legs try to close, panic and pleasure colliding as she tries to flee. I catch her, hold her open, and keep my mouth right where it belongs.
Not yet.
“Oh fuck. I… I can’t…”
“Don’t fight it,” I say between licks, my tongue never stopping. “Come for me, Babygirl. Let me have it.”
She shatters with a scream—loud, broken, and torn straight from her chest. Her thighs clamp around my head, grinding into my mouth.
I stay buried there, my tongue relentless. My hands lock tightly on her thighs, dragging her through it, refusing to let it fade.
She comes apart in stages—twitching and stuttering. Her muscles seize, then collapse, her body sagging under the force of it.
Her thighs quake against my grip, trying to close, to escape the pleasure tearing her open. There’s nowhere left to go.
I lick her through every tremor. Every wave. Every shattered, breathless curse she can’t stop spilling.
Her back bows, then collapses. Her arms slacken in the restraints, head tipping to the side as she drags in air.
Even so, I don’t stop. Not until the tremors fade. Not until her body goes quiet—sagging and spent. Not until she belongs to me in every way that counts.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “That hit hard, didn’t it?”
She tries to speak, but it comes out as a breathless whimper.
I slap her ass. “Use your words, Babygirl.”
“You…” Her voice shakes, wrecked and full of need. “Fuck…youhit hard.”
I smirk against her skin, tongue flicking the edge of her again, teasing her raw and open. “Damn right I do.”
She whimpers, hips twitching, already chasing more. “I want you inside me.”
I drag my fingers through her slit, slow and taunting, spreading her open. “Yeah, you do. You need me to stretch this greedy little cunt until you’re split wide and dripping.”
She nods, fighting the restraints, breath ragged, body trembling with need.
“No.” I give her ass a sharp smack. “Say it.”
“Please,” she pants. “Please don’t make me wait. I want your cock. I need it.”
“Good,” I growl. “Because I’m not stopping until you forget your own fucking name.”
She gasps, twisting her head. “Are you still wearing your clothes?”
She turns her face toward me, blindfolded, eyes searching the dark.
“Yeah, but not for long.”
I rise from the bed and rip off my shirt. I unbuckle my belt, and my pants hit the floor. My cock’s already hard, leaking at the tip. The second the air hits my skin, I crave the heat of her.
“Fuck, I’m aching to be inside you.”
I climb back onto the bed and settle behind her, hands dragging down the curve of her ass.
“You’re mine, Laurette. All mine. You don’t look at anyone else, don’t want anyone else, don’t fucking exist for anyone else. Do you understand?”
She answers instantly. “Yes. I—I understand.”
