Page 95 of Drowned in Gold

Now that he’s occupied, I bring down my tied hands and move aside my panties so I can dangle my own clit.

He doesn’t like that. It makes my burglar angry.

Ptsh!

He spanks my ass, and I moan, touching myself harder while jerking him with my feet. And when I stick two fingers into my slit, he finally gives in.

Whipping me upright so we’re eye-to-eye, he plants another gentle kiss on my cheek to remind me it’s all a game, then he resumes licking the sweat off my neck and teasing the head of his cock around my sensitive lips.

As I feel every inch of him enter me, I cross my ankles around his waist and scream into the cloth. It feels good not to hold back. I like the slapping sound of my sweaty legs against his pelvis.

We go for another twenty minutes. It’s exhilarating being tied up, feeling so out of control. He bends me every which way to three orgasms, and I would’ve gone for a fourth too, but he can only hold out so long.

I let him cum in me again, because, well, I want it.

It’s like this unspoken desire we have. Even though we’re both very much into living our lives, anything pulling us closer to one another is a tether I welcome, even if it means getting pregnant now. Yep, that’s right. I’m off birth control.

When we’re finally done, and his big chest is heaving up and down from that sublime cardio work-out, he breaks character with an ear-to-ear smile. He tugs down my gag to give me the first kiss on the lips for the day.

“Well I was waiting for you to say hello.” I smirk back at him.

“You’re a good lay when you’re scared. Those pheromones. Mm,” he moans like he can’t take it. “I might just have to bend you over again.”

I wiggle my ass into his junk to tease him. “Then I’m freakin’ showering.”

“No. I like you like this.”

“Yeah, you seem to like a lot of unorthodox stuff.”

He shrugs and spanks my ass one more time for fun. “Didn’t see you complaining.”

I bite my lip. He’s right. I’m into it.

“Excited for tonight?” he asks.

“About that—”

“Uh oh.” He sits up.

“Bangos is short-staffed. My boss asked me to work a few hours. Well, begged me, really. What am I supposed to say?”

Castor growls. “My woman doesn’t have to work. I don’t know how many times I have to—”

I slap him lightly on the face. “I want to work. Keeps me sane. Otherwise I’d be worried sick about who’s pouring gold on who. Besides, I’m pretty good at staving off douchebags.”

He clenches my couch cushion. “Everything you just said annoys me.”

I wink and sit up. “Get used to it, big shot. You ain’t the boss of me. I’m your goddess, remember?”

He sticks his finger right up my slit without warning, making my mouth part in shock.

Round two…

Chapter 33

Gia

I’m starry-eyed from all the sex this afternoon. As I walk into Bingo Bangos full of life, I greet Stacey with almost as much energy as she does. Big Marty waits for me with his arms folded near the bar, because I’m a few minutes late, but heck, I’m doing him the favor. Technically I’m supposed to be watching mobsters bid on desperados in the next room in a few hours, with Castor. I threw him a bone though, so he can chill out.

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