Page 111 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“You feel that?” she hissed, slamming down hard enough to shake the bed. “That’s how fucking deep I take you.”

“Poppy— fuck⁠—”

“I dripped down your face, and now I’m creaming all over your cock.”

I groaned, my cock twitching inside her.

“You’re not gonna come yet,” she whispered. “Not until I say. You’re gonna sit there, buried in this tight, greedy little cunt, while I ride you raw.”

Her nails scratched down my chest, dragging across my abs as she slammed her hips again.

“I want you soaked in me. I want you to smell like my pussy every time you breathe. I want you wrecked, Dalton.”

That was it.

The second she said my name, I lost every ounce of control I had left.

I grabbed her hips, slammed her down onto my cock, and held her there, buried deep. She gasped, her back arching, her thighs trembling as I sat up and pressed our chests together.

I reached toward the tie and picked it up.

“You know what this is for?”

She didn’t answer as I grabbed her hands, brought them together in front of her chest, and wrapped the tie around them—tight, secure, binding her wrists together as her breath caught in her throat.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Spurs.”

“Good.” I tapped her wrist. “Keep those right there.”

I looped the loose end of the tie around my fist, holding it like reins, using it to control every roll of her hips as she sat straddled over me, my cock buried inside her, soaked and twitching with every clench of her pussy.

“Now ride,” I ordered, yanking on the tie and forcing her forward.

She obeyed, grinding down hard, bouncing on my cock with her hands tied, her body jerking every time I pulled the fabric tight. The tie kept her close.

“You feel that? That’s what your pussy does to me.”

She cried out, shaking, her forehead dropping to mine.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered, breath catching.

“Not yet,” I snapped, pulling the tie to keep her moving. “You ride until I say. You come when I tell you to. Not a fucking second before.”

With her hands bound tight, I held them right where I wanted them. Every time she slammed down, I met her with a thrust, keeping her right on the edge.

“Dalton— fuck— Dalton please,” she sobbed, thighs trembling as she rode me, mouth open, eyes glassy. “Please let me come. Please— I need to— please⁠—”

“You want to come?” I rasped, yanking the tie to keep her moving. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m fucking yours. Please, let me come, Dalton. Please⁠—”

Her body shook, her walls fluttering around me, begging to be fucked through the edge.

I grabbed her face, fingers tight on her jaw, pulled her mouth to mine, and growled against her lips, “Now. Let go.”

She screamed, and her body shattered against mine.