"Why?"
"Because I’m a greedy bastard, and I don’t want anyone—not even you—to take this away from me.Ineed to be the one to make you come if it’s the last thing I ever do."
Her wrists drop to her lap, and I make quick work of binding her wrists with my tie. She smiles up at me, her eyes glinting in the dark. She could break free easily, but I know she doesn’t want to. She’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Raising her hands above her head, she lies back down onto the bed, her knees parted, giving me full access to the part of her I’m craving.
Her back arches against the mattress. "Make me come, Avery Jones."
"Yes, Boss."
My forearms are on the mattress, scooping her up by her ass, and a squeal leaves her lips. Dragging her body closer to me, I bend her legs, placing her feet onto the mattress, pushing them further apart. This time, she moans. My mouth glides along her inner thighs, feeling the way her body twitches against me as I make my way up higher and higher.
Her body wriggles and shudders, her skin dotted with goosebumps.
"Please stop teasing me and just— Ohfuck." I don’t let her finish that sentence. I’m all for women begging me to taste them, to fuck them. But tonight, I’m just as desperate to feel her come on my tongue, as I am to feel her pussy convulse around my cock.
I use my fingers to spread her a little further apart before I have my first taste, and it’s everything I hoped it would be. "You’re so sweet," I tell her, before swirling my tongue around her clit.
"Pineapple," she breathes out, causing laughter to vibrate through my chest as I bring her pussy closer to my face. The way I need her is almost suffocating.
I work my tongue around her, holding her lips open. I add a finger with my other hand, causing her to gasp, her legs attempting to close, but she retracts just as quickly. Mymovements are slow, intentional, and the way she’s panting tells me I’m doing everything right, everything she needs me to do.
"Be careful with that finger," she warns me through a staggered breath. "I cannot control it, and it can get messy." I pull back, and she sits up, her tied wrists resting on her stomach as she attempts to calm her breathing.
"Messy?" I ask with a raised brow, watching as she tries to contain her composure. "You mean you—"
"Yes. I cansometimessquirt. Let’s not make a big deal about it." She throws her body back down, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Consider my curiosity piqued."Tongue, too? Or just a finger?"
"Tongue, finger, cock, it doesn’t discriminate. But it’s only ever happened a handful times, so don’t be disappointed if you can’t make it happen."
Challenge accepted, Olive Herring.
I rise higher on my knees and take her mouth against mine quickly. "You tell me when it feels good, you tell me when you feel it coming, and you tell me when to pull out. Understand?" She nods against my head, laying her body back down onto the bed. "And never,ever,stop me before it happens."
I feel like a savage beast, knowing this girl is splayed out on my bed, ready to come for me, and I get to be the man to make it happen.
Something takes over, something I don’t think I’ve ever seen myself become before, but I don’t have time to question it.
I just have time to act.
I settle between her thighs again, her pussy dripping and needy against my mouth as I devour her like it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
By the time my mouth is drenched in her come and her clit is pulsing beneath my tongue, I know she’s come for me at least once.
But that isn’t my goal, not anymore, anyway.
Her breathing is more labored than before, her eyes on me while I round the edge of my bed and head for my nightstand for a condom.
I watch her while I rip it open with my teeth, her hands still resting together, but no longer tied up. I glide the condom down my length, and her eyes dance with excitement as she watches me.
"You sure you’re ready for this?" I ask, stroking myself back and forth, knowing I’m probably just as close to coming as she is.
She nods, licking her lips. "Yes, please."
"So polite." I swear I see her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink under the dim light. "What position works best for it?" I ask, her eyebrows pinching together just as quickly as they relax.
"Why don’t you stop asking questions and figure it out yourself, hotshot? I can’t give you all the answers."
