A wordless sound of dismay rips from my throat as he pulls out. I’m stretched, helpless, on the bed. I couldn’t stop him if he deserted me, horny and naked and wanting him.
“It’s okay, Bunny, I’m not leaving you,” he says hoarsely. “I’m going to make it even better. Trust me.”
I nod, because what else can I do?
And against all the odds, I trust Blake.
He kneels between my legs and pulls me so my bottom is on his lap and my thighs are sprawled over his. From my position lying flat on my back, my hands tethered, I’m still utterly at his mercy. Perhaps more than before, because he stretches me even wider.
“You’re beautiful, Nina. Spread before me like a feast. All mine.”
My heart throbs at his possessive words.
“You are too,” I say softly. And it’s true. I loved the weight of him on me, but seeing him above me has its own specialness.
He smiles down, his green eyes soft. But I can’t help but admire other parts of him that are so good in real life. His erection, proud, veined, sticks up, thick and glistening with my juices. It’s so big it covers his belly button and there’s a masculine trail of hair upwards and his abs. All mouth watering. Every part of him is delicious and perfectly put together. And strong.
He grips his length and rubs his thumb over the glans at the top.
“I like to see you. I want to watch you come this time, and this angle allows me to admire your lovely cunt.” He slides his other hand between my legs and strokes over my clit, sending waves of bliss into me.
But I’m empty. I’m desperate to be filled with him. “Blake, please.”
“You want this cock in you again?” He moves his hands on both of us simultaneously. Totally in control. Stroking his shaft and rubbing my clit.
I flick my gaze back to his face, and he’s lit with amusement. I blush, but the truth is undeniable. I nod.
“My pretty, needy, little bunny.”
I whimper. “Please.”
“That’s it, beautiful girl,” he says affectionately. “My good girl. I’ll fuck you since you ask so nicely.”
Then he’s angling his cock down so he can slide into me, a slow, easy glide stretching and filling me up. It’s as intense as the first time, Blake keeping his eyes on mine and his thumb circling my clit, driving me higher as he tilts his hips backwards and forwards to tease us both with just his tip at my entrance. I’m so sensitive there, each quick thrust causes a prick of discomfort that makes the sensation of the pleasure even better.
He grabs the back of my knee and lifts it so my ankle is on his shoulder and he fucks into me, and the change of angle brings him deeper. In long thrusts, he continues stroking me from the inside and out.
“Sweet girl. My bunny,” he murmurs hoarsely as he presses a kiss to the arch of my foot. “Come for me again before I spill into you.”
The muscles on his arms are taut with holding himself in check. For me, I realise.
This is all for me.
Being the focus of his attention—maybe even his obsession—spirals me higher. And his fingers are intent on my clit as he switches to short thrusts of the enormous head of his cock, at my entrance so there’s no letup in the sensation. He’s driving into me, hard and fast.
His green eyes are fixed on me.
He lowers his voice to a demanding growl. “Be a good girl for me and come on my cock.”
19
BLAKE
Pleasure ripples through her, and into me. She screams and thrashes as she comes.
“Just like that,” I tell her through gritted teeth, as I try not to follow her over. But it’s impossible.
I ram into her deep, not holding back. Taking everything I want, pulling her onto my cock, as she spasms around me. I fuck her with all the pent-up desire of years of not knowing that I was waiting for her, but knowing something fundamental was missing in my life. She’s soft and tight, and the sight of her face creased in pleasure as she moans and grips the pillow with her cuffed hands makes the feel of her even better.
