“Time for you to learn your lesson about running from me.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
TYLER
“You want to run from me?”I ask. “I’m going to make you too tired to even think about it.”
I grab her ankles, pulling her towards me at the end of the bed and hook my fingers in her waistband of her underwear, shoving them down her legs.
Lifting her from her lying position, I rip the shirt down the middle, exposing her body to me. Her nipples are already hard, and goosebumps cascade her bare skin. Frustrated breaths bounce her chest up and down as she looks up at me under creased brows.
Fuck, I love her so much.
I grab one of those nipples that’s calling my name in my lips and suck hard, then slap her breast. She lets out a mix of a hiss and a moan.
Pushing her back down on the bed, I grab a wrist, pulling it across the opposite side of her body, securing it to the restraints I have on each corner of my bed. I take the other wrist and pull that across her body on the opposite end, tightly.
“Tyler,” she breathes.
“Yes, baby?” I ask, kneeling between her legs, pushing them open with my knees.
I take one of her feet in my hand, press a gentle kiss to her ankle and work my way up her leg. I feel her shudder under my touch and then I take that leg and secure it to the corner of the bed. I do the same with the other.
“You know the drill, Sunny. You say the word. And I’ll stop.” I glance at her as I round the bed to go to my nightstand. She glares at me and doesn’t say anything, and her chest heaves up and down with her arms across it.
I smile. “That’s what I thought, little fire.”
“Keep that attitude up and I’m going to show you a fire,” she bites back.
“Who’s the one tied up again?” I say as I lazily trace a finger down her bare chest and stomach, stopping right above her aching clit. Her hips rise with the touch.
Little does she know, she’s going to be begging for me to stop because she can’t take it anymore.
I trace my finger back up to that flat stomach of hers. “Imagine what this belly would look like filled with my baby.” I meet her eyes.
“Tyler,” she warns me.
I want her to think about a future with me. I’m done playing the day-by-day game. Especially when a future with her is all I can think about.
I kiss her bare stomach, working my way to her breasts. “It would be beautiful,” I whisper on her skin.
It’s taking everything in me to not devour her right now. Flicking my tongue over her hardened nipples, she lets out a small moan.
I sink my teeth into her breast and she groans. I move my mouth to do the same on the other. Sitting up, I look at my art, seeing perfect teeth marks around each breast, her hardened nipples centered.
“What the fuck, Tyler?” she growls.
“You said bite you, baby. And I always obey your command.” A wicked smile pulls my lips.
With a breath of frustration, her nostrils flare as she looks up at me.
I chuckle, pressing kisses up the column of her neck as she arches her head back. One hand massages and toys with her tender breast and nipple while the other finds its place between her legs. My mouth is salivating at the wetness I find there.
Taking her arousal, I circle her clit slowly. Her breath hitches and her hips arch up.
“You’ll learn you can never run from me, Sunny. Now tell me, how many times have you cum in one day?”
I already know the answer because I’m the one responsible behind the number. But tonight, we’re going to set a personal record.
