Chapter 7
Taleya
Never—and I meannever—have I ever cum so damn hard. My damn lips are still trembling and I can’t focus my eyes. I’m seeing stars or some shit.
“What kind of dick is that?” I ask and he chuckles.
“The kind that’s going to fuck you again,” he says before colliding his lips with mine. I need to ask about his mouth too because between his soul stirring kisses and mind scrambling dick, I’m positive I won’t leave here the same. I’ll be lucky if I can even walk.Shit!
This man possesses and finesses my body like he knows me. If I believed in past lives, I wouldn’t doubt that we’d known eachother in another lifetime. When he pulls out, I pull him back in. When he goes deep, I arch so he goes deeper. When I moan, he groans. This shit is unreal and I’m absolutely loving it all, especially the no hands.
That one small limitation makes a big ass difference. It elicits a major surge of pleasure and passion. As much as I want to caress his muscular arms, pad my fingers down his chiseled abs, and wrap my hands around his long, thick, perfect penis, I can’t. Honestly, if the denial of the use of my hands is why my pussy is still pulsating, I don’t want to. I can sacrifice that for the amazing orgasms that overtake my entire body.
“I’ll be right back,” he utters before slowly easing out of me and getting off the bed.
All three of his legs walk into the bathroom and I focus on the one swinging in the middle.God, this man and that dick!
While he’s inside the bathroom, I try to get myself together. I open and close my eyes a few times to clear my vision. I twist my upper torso, bending and stretching my legs. I also say a silent prayer that Oson isn’t through with me yet. I want more of him, whatever he has to offer.
To my delight, when he walks out of the bathroom, his third leg is still alert. It’s not rock hard but definitely isn’t limp. Another round or two looks delightfully possible. He’s also carrying a small towel.
“You good?” he asks when he’s back near the bed.
“I was good two orgasms ago. I’m pretty sure I’ve progressed to great,” I admit.
He flashes me a seductive smile then eases onto the bed. Starting with my thighs, he uses the warm hand towel to gently wipe away the evidence of our beautiful fucking. My stomach is next, followed by my still-sensitive pussy. His movements are intentional and tender, causing me to close my eyes and enjoy.When he’s done, he lightly taps my leg. I open my eyes to meet his staring ones.
“You need something?” he asks.
“Besides more of you?”
“That’s on lock,” he says in the arrogant way of his I’ve noticed and fallen enamored with in this short span of time. “I’m talking about something to eat or drink. I need you to keep up with me.”
“Water would be good. I might be just a little dehydrated.”
His hand migrates to my pussy and he taps it. “Nah. You’re definitely still hydrated but I got you,” he says, then stands.
“You gon’ keep me tied up like this?” I ask, nodding toward the headboard.
He reaches out and removes the cuffs. The bar falls at the same time my hands do. When he walks out, I twist my wrists, shake my arms, then sit up. I’m stretching my neck when he walks back in with two bottles, one water and one sports drink. He opens both then places them on the stand by the bed. Thirstier than I thought, I kill the water and half of the sports drink. The moment I finish, he’s back over me and grabbing the cuffs.
“I want to cuff your ankles and wrists this time,” he announces.
A million thoughts run through my mind at once. The bar isn’t long, about a foot and a half in length. The smaller set of cuffs is on one side of the bar with another, slightly larger set on the other side. I can’t visualize how this will work.
“With just that?” I question.
“Yeah. I know what I’m doing,” he replies as he smirks. “Lay back, get comfortable, then hold your arms out,” he commands. It’s almost shameful how quickly I comply.
After adjusting the two pillows my head previously rested on, I lay back and lift my arms. He secures my hands intothe smaller cuffs, then grabs the two other pillows on the bed. He lifts my lower half and positions the pillows under my ass. Without saying a word, he steps away from the bed and journeys into the bathroom. He returns with a large towel in his hand.
“What’s that for?” I ask, intrigued. I’m trying to figure all of this out.
“You like to wet the bed,” he says as he lifts my ass again. After placing the towel on the pillows, he lifts my legs and secures the larger cuffs around my ankles. My legs and arms are up, clamped together, with my ass and pussy on display. I’m exposed, vulnerable, antsy, and surprisingly calm. I imagine I look a mess but the salacious and appreciative look on his handsome face says the complete opposite. His words confirm it. “Gotdamn. You look so fucking good. Mm,” he says with a low growl crowding his tone. I feel his words permeate my damn skin.
Before climbing onto the bed, he sheaths his mighty sword. As I watch him, I mentally pat myself on the back for following the non-logical side of my brain and coming here.Great job, Taleya.
Oson is perfection in motion—tall, fine as hell, too handsome, thuggish with notes of a gentleman, and masterful with his big dick and soft lips. I can’t even fathom another man living up to these high standards he’s set in just a few hours.I’m forever ruined.
