Frustration. Burning need. Molten desire.
I want him—no, need him—to move fast, to go hard.
Whatever this is…it is slow torture. And when I open my eyes to meet his sizzling gaze, I find he seems to be relishing it.
The way his eyes rake over me, the way they flare every time I gasp or moan at the roll of his hips, at the grind of his pelvis, at the catch of the head of his cock at that perfect spot deep inside me that made me lose control earlier.
Sliding his hand up from my chin, he presses his thumb into my mouth.
“Christ, Bishop. Your cunt feels so good. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, too.”
I bite down on him sharply as he drives into me harder this time, bottoming out with a grunt and rotation of his hips that has a deep groan rumbling in my chest, forcing me to release his thumb from between my teeth.
At this point, I can’t even form words to respond.
Nor do I want to admit how good he feels.
How, even restrained like this, unable to move or touch him, unable to get him to do what I want, it still feels more incredible than any other time in my life.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back, trying to spur him on, but that only releases a dark chuckle from somewhere deep in his chest that vibrates against mine.
“Anxious, are we?”
He raises a brow at me, and the smug playfulness there is enough to make me issue a low warning growl that only makes him slow his pace more.
Drawing his cock languidly from me…
Allowing each level of piercing to drag on its way out until his entire glistening cock rests at my entrance…
Watching me as he nudges only the head back inside…
Toying with me as if we have all the time in the world…
He pushes into me just as slowly, only to repeat the process so many times I lose count along with my ability to breathe.
“Please…” The word slips from my mouth before I can stop it. “Just…”
“Please what, Hellcat?”
I issue another warning growl that somehow becomes a frustrated groan, jerking on the bindings to try to wrench them free, but he just grins at me and continues the torturous pace, freezing again with the head of his cock barely notched inside me.
“Please, fuck me hard, Gage.”
He dips his head and captures my mouth in a mind-bending kiss as he rolls his hips and drives deep, holding me there, pinning me to the mattress.
“No.” He shakes his head, his thick blond hair falling over his forehead. “I want you like this. I want to savor every fucking second of having you here, spread out in my bed, with my cock deep inside you. I want to hear every whimper, see every quiver, and feel your cunt clenching around me. I don’t want this to be over quickly.”
Arrogant bastard.
I tug at the restraints, the headboard protesting as he captures my bottom lip between his teeth and nips at it, sending a jolt straight to my already throbbing clit and making my hips buck against his.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, then across my cheek, down my neck, and dips his head to pull one of my nipples between his lips.
Oh, God…
The wet heat suctioning around it makes me bow up off the mattress and into his hard body.
He grazes his teeth along the taut peak, and I gasp, my pussy contracting around him in a way that means I can’t hide how sensitive I am there from him anymore.
