Page 16 of Flexible Standards

Epilogue

One Year Later

“One more, angel. Give me one more.”

With Isla’s legs straddling my face, I grip her arse and suck hard on her clit. Her screams of pleasure spur me on as she arches her back and grinds her cunt against my mouth. Humming against her, I bring her right to the edge, but I don’t let her come.

“Sam!” she shrieks. “You know I was close.”

“Oh, I know,” I chuckle darkly and slip out from under her. “Don’t move, or I’m eating your arse for breakfast.” She lets go of the headboard and sits back on her heels. “What did I say?”

Scrambling to return to her original position, she laughs, “Sorry, I thought you were kidding!”

“I’m nothing if not a man of my word.” I rub my palms over her perfect, taut arse, then lift one before bringing it down with a crack. She moans, and I kiss the red handprint. “You knew what you were doing, love.” I lift my other hand and mark her other side, harder than the first.

Her breath ragged, she admits, “Maybe a little.”

I kiss the other mark, groaning against her skin. I nip at the sensitive flesh, then force her legs apart and tilt her hips up.

So fucking beautiful.

I lick from her clit to her arse, making her shiver. Continuing to lick up and down her crack, I slip two fingers into her soaked pussy.

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not.

“Yes, I am,” she whimpers.

“No. You’re going to be my good fucking girl and wait for me.”

I drive my fingers deeper, loving the feeling of her tightening around me as she gets close. As I pull them out and suck them clean, she whines, “Not again!” Kissing up her back, I reach around to her tits, pinching one of her nipples. Isla squeaks my name, but as the pain becomes pleasure, she purrs, “I need you.”

“We don’t have time, you have to get to work.”

“No! So help me, if you don’t let me come…”

I nip at her ear and slip my cock into her cunt, but only an inch. “You’re going to be late.”

Isla pushes back onto me until I’m fully seated inside her. “I don’t care.” She tries to claim her orgasm, rolling her hips against me. I fucking love when she’s greedy like this.

Sitting back, I pull her away from the headboard until our bodies are flush. She reaches between her legs, but I swat her hand away. “No, love.”

“Please,” she begs breathlessly.

She tries again, and I pull her off my cock. “Since you’re not listening…” I reach into the nightstand and take out five silk scarves.

Turning to face me, her eyes are wide. “We definitely don’t have time for those.”

“Lie down, Isla,” I command, and she moves until I’m able to tie her hands to the headboard. I fasten the scarves then do the same to her legs, tying her ankles to the foot of the bed. The fifth, I cover her eyes with and tie it behind her head. Isla tilts her chin, lips parted and seeking mine. She smirks as I kiss her, getting what she wants. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” the words tumble from me, though it’s the truth.

I rub the head of my cock up and down her slick cunt before pressing inside. She’s always been a perfect fit. Isla tugs at the scarves, attempting to wiggle free, as I continue my slow, deep thrusts. It won’t be enough to make her come, but I want her desperate before I take her over the edge.

“It’s too much,” she breathes. “I need to come.”

“You’re doing so well, angel. You’re almost ready; let me play a little longer.”

She nods, and I pick up my pace, making her pussy clench tighter around my cock. I’ve had my fun, so I reach between us and circle her clit and fuck her harder.

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