“Mmm, my girl likes a hand necklace, doesn’t she?” His thigh slips between mine, and he pulls my lower body tighter against him so the pressure on my pussy is absolutely mind blowing. “My cock will be nice and wet from your mouth, so I’ll slam myself into you until my balls slap your clit.”
On and on, he goes, telling me in great detail about how he’s going to fuck me, eat me, and fuck me again.
“Remi,” I warn, “you’re about to make me come.”
He looks down at me for the first time in a while, and I guess he can read it on my face. A smile curls his lips as he spins us into a corner of the dance floor and behind a column.
“Let go, Mindy,” he commands. “You fucking come on my leg like you’re going to come on my face and my cock later.”
I should be ashamed of myself, but this man has my braincompletely scrambled, so I grind down on his hard thigh. “Fuck,” I say before biting his shoulder again.
“That’s my good girl. Show me what an obedient little slut you’re going to be for me tonight.”
I come. Hard. And he talks me through it the entire time, holding me close and somehow still swaying our bodies like we’re actually dancing.
Once my shudders have subsided, Remi nuzzles his nose against mine. “You ready to go back to the hotel now?”
I’ve never left a party more quickly.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Gray ties and hazmat teams
Mindy
The room isdim other than the warm glow of a lamp beside the bed. Remi is sitting astride me, working his big erection in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Suck me deep like a good girl.” His eyelids are heavy and lusty as he looks down at me, gripping the top of my hair so he can use me for his pleasure. And I want to give it more than anything. He’s brought me to three damn orgasms so far with his mouth, and I want to blow his ever-loving mind.
I swirl my tongue along the bottom of his thick shaft, and his eyes close in ecstasy. “That feels so good. You have the sexiest little mouth.”
Remi props his free hand on the wall and uses it as leverage to really let me have it, pumping his straining cock in and out of my mouth like a piston. I can barely keep up. His dirty talk turns into primal grunts as his climax grows closer.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he grits out, his six-pack abs flexing with each erotic movement. He looks fierce as hell staring down at me like I’m his favorite little plaything.
I do the tongue swirl thing he likes so much again and cinch my lips around his girth, giving him a nice, tight hole to fuck.
Remi seemingly loses the ability to speak, instead giving me awarning nod with his mouth gaped open to let me know he’s about to explode in my mouth. “Aghhhh,” he finally cries out as I taste the first salty spurt on my tongue. “God, woman.”
He continues to saw his hips back and forth until the tautness of his body finally eases into a satisfied looseness. His hand releases my hair and slides down to my throat as he slides his still half-hard cock out of my mouth.
“Swallow down everything I gave you, baby,” he demands between heaving breaths. When I work my throat to do so, a sexy little smile pops up one side of his lips.
“Damn, my boyfriend is so fucking hot,” I rasp because seriously, the man just fucked my throat like it was his day job and looked like a god while doing it.
Remi leans down and kisses my lips so tenderly it almost brings tears to my eyes. “And my girlfriend is utter perfection.”
We kiss for a long while, sharing our combined releases on our tongues until I feel him harden once again against my stomach. Looking down, I ask, “Jesus, what do you feed that thing?”
“Your pussy,” he replies, stroking a hand up one of my bound arms. “Are you comfortable, or do I need to untie you?”
I tug at the binding, the gray necktie he wore tonight, and find that I’m not uncomfortable. “No, it’s fine.”
“And what’s your safe word?”
“Rick Astley,” I reply dutifully.
Remi grins and shakes his head. “That is the worst safe word in the history of fucking.”
