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I’m already wet just from the way he looks at me. “Surprise me,” I whisper, my voice trembling enough to let him know I’m already halfway gone.
His smirk widens and he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Hold on, fever,” he growls.
Before I can even think of a response, he’s on me like a hungry predator. His hands slam me down onto the bed with a force that makes my breath hitch.
His fingers dig into my hips, possessive and rough, and I can already feel the heat of his body pressing into mine, hard and unyielding. His eyes are dark, almost feral.
His hands slide up my inner thighs, slow and deliberate as he savors every sensitive inch of me. The fabric of my dress rides up, and cool air against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his touch. His fingers brush against the edge of my panties, and I swear I can feel my pulse throb in response.
He doesn’t waste any time. With one swift motion, he grabs the hem of my dress and yanks it up over my head then tosses it aside. I swallow as his hungry eyes rake over me. They darken to emerald green when they land on the black lace bra and matching thong I’m wearing.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to kill me in that.”
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as his breath hot brushes against my skin. “I’m going to leave that on,” he whispers, his voice dripping with promise. “Because I want to tear it off you later.”
His hands move over my body, rough and demanding as they slide over all my curves. He squeezes my ass and uses his hold to pull me closer until there’s no space left between us. The hard length of his cock presses against me causing me to moan like a porn star.
“You’re mine,” he growls running his lips down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours.” And just like that, I’m lost. Lost in the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
The metal handcuffs feel icy against my skin as he fastens them to the bedposts, the metal clinking softly when he tightens just enough to make me squirm.
My heart hammers so hard I taste it in my throat, and my pussy throbs with anticipation. He steps back a moment to admire his work, and I see the bulge straining the front of his black dress pants. Fuck, he’s hard and ready and I want him so badly it hurts.
“You look good like this,” he rasps, running a finger along the inside of my thigh, making me shiver. “All tied up and helpless. Just the way I like you.”
I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as he trails his fingers higher, teasing the edge of my panties. He doesn’t yank them off right away and I realize he’s going to make me beg. His fingers slip under the lace, brushing against my wetness, and I gasp, arching off the bed.
“Wyatt,” I moan, my voice breaking when he finally rips my panties away and tosses them aside. He slides his fingers through my slick folds, teasing my clit with just enough pressure to make me scream.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, working me faster now. He presses his thumb against my clit while two fingers plunge deep inside me. I’m already on the edge, my body trembling as he drives me closer and closer to the brink.
He isn’t done with me yet. He pulls his fingers free with a wet pop and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean with a groan that sends a fresh wave of heat straight to my core.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says as his eyes lock on mine and hold them hostage while he unbuckles his pants and frees his cock. It’s thick and hard, and the tip glistening with pre-cum. I want it inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, and I feel his heat against my soaked pussy. He teases me for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, making me whimper and beg for more.
“Please, Wyatt,” I moan, desperate, bucking my hips against him. “Fuck me.”
He doesn’t make me wait. With one swift thrust, he’s inside me, filling me up so completely I think I might come right then and there. He starts slow, hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that has me seeing stars. But it isn’t long before he’s pounding into me, his cock slamming into my g-spot with every thrust while his hands grip my hips so hard I know I’ll wake up bruised. Totally worth it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, voice rough with need, thrusting harder and faster until I’m screaming his name. My entire body trembles as I come undone beneath him.
He isn’t done with me yet. Oh no, he’s just getting started.
Wyatt’s all business now. After I recover from the first orgasm, he guides me gently to my knees on the edge of the bed, palms splayed on the silk sheets, ass in the air. There’s no mockery or hesitation at all, just a pure, predatory focus that tells me I’m the center of Wyatt’s universe.
He strokes my back, trailing fingers down my spine, murmuring to himself about how beautiful I look like this.
He stands behind me and lets me watch our reflections in the mirrored wall. The sight of my own flushed face, hair wild and eyes dark with desire, makes my insides clench. But it’s the look in Wyatt’s eyes that really undoes me. The absolute, unyielding devotion melts my insides.
“Look at yourself,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. His hand is wrapped around his thick and throbbing cock. He strokes it slow, deliberate while I watch. The tip glistens with pre-cum that he smears across my pussy lips like he’s painting a masterpiece. I’m already so wet I can feel it dripping down the inside of my thighs.
His eyes lock onto mine in the mirror, dark and hungry, and I can’t look away. “Watch,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Watch me fuck you.”
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I whimper, my knees going weak. He doesn’t push in yet, though.
