“You will.” There’s no compromise in his expression. The laughter is gone. “You’re mine, and I’m going to spread your legs, then lick you. Then I’ll fuck you.”
“You’re still fully clothed,” I point out. And while his tattooed forearms are even more delicious in real life than on camera, I’d very much like to see more of him.
Surprise flashes across his face, then he nods calmly. “You want to look at what you’re getting?”
My pussy clenches. “Yes. Please.”
“Show me first.” He taps my ankle to show what he means.
I’m trembling, though it’s warm. But I hold Blake’s steady gaze as I pry my legs apart. His eyeline slides to my thighs, then back to my face as I slowly reveal myself to him.
“So lovely,” he murmurs. “You’re glistening with honey. Such a good girl, ready for me to take your virginity and make you mine. You’re perfect.”
His praise removes any part of my brain that was protesting.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. But I’m a man of my word, Bunny.”
He gets off the bed, shrugs off his suit jacket and tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest and arms. And I cannot breathe because of how beautiful this man is.
Our video chats were intimate, but he’s never undressed like this. I’m familiar with his face and his cock, but the rest of him is even more magnificent.
He’s huge. Broad shoulders. Bulky arms that look like he could pick up a planet. Me? Easily. As he proved. His biceps should have sonnets composed for them. At the very least.
I’d watch the ripple of his muscles under that layer of masculine hair for days. You could have a dedicated video stream of his forearms. They’re basically porn. Women everywhere would pay thousands to view him unbutton his cuffs or roll up his sleeves. His hands are strength and beauty in a combination I’d say was a contradiction if it weren’t for the fact he’s here, in front of me, and my pussy is heating to boiling point looking at him.
Narrow waist and hips, and he has that “V” of muscle that leads my gaze to where he’s slowly undoing his leather belt. But my attention is dragged back up. Following a trail of black hair over washboard abdominal muscles, and his chest is… Ugh. I don’t know how to describe him. The ink that’s in a flowing pattern on his skin makes him seem more like a work of art than a man who is here, wanting me.
Who brought out my wildest impulses and desires, and kidnapped me as if he were a king and I’m his lowly servant. At his beck and call.
Then he undoes his leather belt, and drops his trousers and underwear in one efficient move.
And oh. My. God. His cock.
Scale is tricky to establish on camera, but even as arousal surges in me, there’s a spark of fear.
It’s as thick as my wrist. And long. The thought of that thing inside me is seriously intimidating. But the way it springs up has my clit spiking with desire.
He’s scary. The tattoos. The scars. That truncheon between his legs.
But he’s the excitement and risk I’ve been lacking. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Blake.
His pale-green eyes are intent on me when I manage to stop ogling his muscles. Alright, his cock.
“My little bunny. Do you like what you see?” He has the sort of self-confidence that should make him an arrogant prick, but because he’s that good, it’s justified.
“Yes,” I admit.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Exposed. My pussy…” I’m naked, and spread.
Blake smiles and prowls towards me. “It’smypussy, now, Bunny.” He cups me possessively between the legs and heat roars over me.
I writhe, testing my bonds, but between him and the cuffs, I can’t move far.
“Whose pussy is this?”
I squeak.
