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I moved to her neglected breast and started all over again. By the time I was done with her, my cock would glide straight in and knock right on that cervix.

I sucked and licked. Sucked and licked. Hard and fast, until her entire breast jiggled with each pass. She tried to wrap her legs around me, and I hoisted them up until her bare pussy rested against my clothed cock.

“Do you feel that?”

“Uh-huh,” she managed, nodding.

“Let’s see how wet you make my trousers, Bella,” I growled, feeling her hips arch up to meet me.

Her desperate blue eyes met mine.

I reached for the restraints.

Chapter 7

Isabella

This was not normal sex. I hadn’t even been like this with Mark, back when we were discovering the joys of sex together as teenagers. Even while pregnant with Amber, my libido had spiked by the second trimester.

Could celibacy turn you into a nympho?

It was Luke. He was six years older. He’d perfected foreplay to a level bordering on master-class dickery. I was so wet I could feel myself seeping down the crack of my arse.

That’s when I saw the black cuffs swinging.

Oh, shit. Bondage.

This was happening. To me.

Wait until I told Rhea.

No wonder Sadie was so desperate to get him back.

He raised my leg and ripped the Velcro open. My jaw fell open when he placed one cuff on my ankle, then the second on my other. I was confused until he stretched my leg up and strapped it to the headboard.

All those Pilates and yoga classes were finally paying off.

He moved back to inspect me, rubbing his chin, his fingers dragging over that coarse stubble I could still feel imprinted on my flesh.

“Tilt those hips for me, Bella.”

I pressed my palms into the bed and raised my hips. He moved fast, sliding a cool pillow beneath me.

“That’s better,” he murmured, before unbuckling his belt.

I watched those thick fingers tug at the black leather.

Maybe he was going to use it to spank my naughty pussy.

The belt looked firm, and I changed my mind fast. One new thing at a time.

“My, my, Bella. You’re dripping all over the place.”

I groaned and closed my eyes, but then I heard his zip. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes while I lay there, legs strapped to my own headboard, and started toying with my nipples—because why not?

I wasn’t gentle about it. I massaged each one with a well-practised touch, rubbing my thumbs over the peaks until my pussy clenched with need.

His hands began moving up and down my inner thighs. Each time, his fingers drew closer to my pussy, but never quite touched.