Her cunt grips me like she’s never been taken like this, like her body wants to memorize mine.
“Ethan—”
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
I bottom out in one slow thrust. She gasps and her walls flutter around me. I grind my hips in deep. “Fuck,” I whisper. “You feel like heaven.”
I pause to let her adjust and watch her fight to breathe.
“You good?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“You sure?”
She nods hard. “So full. I feel everything.”
I draw back and thrust in again, deeper this time. Her mouth falls open. My rhythm is slow at first. I want her to feel every inch and to remember this stretch for hours. I want her sore tomorrow. My hands roam—her waist, her throat, the swell of her breast. She arches into every touch. She offers everything.
And I take.
“Look at you,” I growl. “Tied up. Spread for me. Obeying so damn sweetly.”
“It feels so good,” she gasps.
“I know, baby girl.”
I thrust harder and her hands twist in the tie. She’s panting now, her pupils blown wild as her hips arch up. She’s at that edge, but still so good for me, still taking my cock like a champ. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “No one’s ever listened this well. No one’s ever made me want to fuck them this slow.”
Her eyes flutter. I grip her jaw.
“Eyes on me.”
She opens them. My thrusts get rougher. Her moans fall apart. “You’re doing so well,” I say. “Taking my cock like it’s yours.”
“It is,” she says, voice cracked. “It’s yours. Use me.”
That breaks something in me. I hook her legs around my waist and fuck her deeper, driving into her in long, brutal strokes. She tightens around me. I can feel her getting close again.
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” she sobs.
“You better wait. I’ll tell you when.”
She bites her lip and her thighs shake. Her pussy clenches so hard around me I nearly lose it. My control’s slipping. I’ve never cared about a woman’s pleasure this much. Never wanted to hear someone unravel under me like this. Neverneededit. She’s changed something I didn’t know could change.
I shift my angle, grinding my hips into her clit on every thrust. She writhes beneath me, eyes wide, lips parted.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Sir,” she cries. “Please let me come. I need it. I can’t hold it.”
“Yes, you can,” I snarl. “Hold it for me.”
“I—please?—”
I drive into her so deep her breath catches. She clamps down again. “Now,” I whisper. “Now, baby. Let go.”
