Page 167 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“No. Arms up.”

“What?”

“Now.” I stepped back and grabbed the rope—the same one she’d fetched for me earlier. “Hands behind your back.”

Her breath hitched as she obeyed, slowly twisting at the waist and crossing her wrists at her back. I moved behind her, threading the coil in one hand, my cock still aching, pulsing, leaking against her.

I started the knot at her wrists—wrapping the rope around twice, snug but not cutting—then looping it into a cinch, splitting the strands between her arms. I worked it tighter, binding her neatly.

I pulled the tail of the rope up and looped it once around her upper arms, dragging her shoulders back slightly. Her chest lifted as her body arched.

“You feel that?” I murmured, dragging my fingers up the line of rope running along her spine. “Tied up. Mine.”

She whimpered.

“You’re gonna sit there with your arms bound, dripping down your thighs, and beg me to fuck you.”

I crouched in front of her, one hand gripping her jaw, the other still tugging on the rope trailing from her bound arms.

“How do you want it today, baby? Tell me what this sweet pussy needs.”

“I want you to mark me,” she whispered. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”

The growl came from somewhere deep in my chest, primal and raw. My cock twitched against her belly as I leaned in closer, forehead nearly pressed to hers.

“Yeah?” I rasped. “You’ll let me fill you full so we can fill this house up?”

She nodded, breath caught in her throat. “Yes.”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

I spun her so she was facing away from me, then dragged her back down onto the blanket in front of the fire. I pressed a hand between her shoulders and guided her forward, keeping hold of the rope between her wrists as she landed face down on the carpet, her chest holding her slightly up.

“Look at you,” I snarled, positioning myself behind her.

I thrust inside her. My cock slid through her cunt’s slick heat, stretching her wide, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

She screamed, head dropping, body jolting with the force of it.

“Oh, you like that,” I growled, fisting the rope between her wrists and using it to anchor her as I fucked her.

Her pussy squeezed me like she was made for it, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming too fast.

“That’s my cock staking my claim.”

She sobbed—yes, please, more—but it was lost in the way her body started shaking again, her moans rising high and wild as her orgasm built.

“Not yet,” I growled, reaching down to slap her ass, watching it bounce. “You don’t come until I fill you. You want me to breed this pussy? Then wait. Let me own it.”

The rope dug into her wrists. Every time I pulled on that line, it forced her to bend deeper and to lift her ass higher.

I gripped it tight in one hand like reins, using it to slam her hips back into mine with every brutal thrust. She squealed, helpless and soaking wet, her pussy bursting with every stroke, coating my cock in slick that ran down her thighs and onto my balls.

“Look at this fuckin’ ass,” I growled, gripping one cheek and spreading her wide just to see my cock buried deep inside her. “Takin’ me like you were made for it. Gettin’ wrecked on this dick like a good little cum dump.”

She sobbed, breathless, wrecked, drooling on the blanket as I dragged my thumb down the crack of her ass until it found that tight, puckered hole. I traced around it in lazy circles, slicking it with the mess she was already dripping with, and she gasped, her whole body stiffening beneath me.

“Ohh, fuck,” she choked out, voice muffled in the blanket. “What are you . . .?”