Page 60 of Wrapped in Hope

Chapter 22

Havingher tied up and completely open for me is driving me insane. I want nothing more than to slide deep inside her, but I won’t.

Not yet.

I want her so fucking hot for me she can’t fucking see straight. I want her to beg me to fuck her. I want her at her breaking point, so when I do dive inside her sweet pussy, she shatters on impact.

She’s so fucking beautiful sprawled out before me, begging me to put her out of her misery. I take her hips in my hands and roll her over to her stomach. “On your knees,” I order, and she listens without question. It makes my dick twitch with excitement. Her round ass is up in the air, waiting for me.

I press a kiss to her ass before rubbing my hand over it softly. She lets out little whimpers of pleasure. Without warning, I slap her ass, making her jump and call out. But she doesn’t call out in pain, it’s a call of passion, needing – pure fucking bliss. My red handprint brands her skin and I press my lips over it again.

Slowly, I plant kisses over her ass and lower back. My hand cups her wet pussy making her beg again as she rocks against it.

“Where do you want me, Hope? Here,” I ask, applying pressure to her entrance, “Or, here?” My fingers move to press between her cheeks. The small amount of pressure makes a breathy moan leave her lips, and it shoots a burning pleasure through me I can’t ignore.

Without warning, I thrust into her, filling her completely. She calls out and arches her back, creating a dip in her lower back that only pushes me deeper inside her. Without pulling out, I thrust upward, stroking her from the inside. I hear the rope crack as she pulls against it.

I pull out slowly before pushing back in, all the while, taking in her perfect ass that is bending over before me. I’m moving in and out of her so quickly, all I can hear is the slapping of our skin and our heavy breathing.

My right hand rests on her ass as I move my thumb between her cheeks to apply the pressure she desperately loved moments before. It’s just what she needs because I can feel her convulsing around me as her orgasm rises. To push her over the edge, my left hand reaches around her, stroking her clit as I thrust as deep as I can go. The more she calls out, the harder I thrust, the quicker my fingers move against her, and the more pressure is applied to her ass. She’s completely overtaken with lust as her muscles begin twitching around my dick.

I feel the second her orgasm washes over her, drenching me and pushing me over the edge with her. My heart is pumping harder than ever before. My breathing is erratic, and I’m covered in a sheen of sweat as I thrust into her one last time, filling her with every drop I have in me.

When I pull out of her, she collapses onto her stomach. I take my place beside her and remove the rope from her wrist. When she is freed, she rolls to my side resting her head on my shoulder as I wrap my arm around her. She’s drenched in sweat and breathing heavy. I can feel her heart pounding against my side. Her dark hair is clinging to her damp cheeks and I push it away.

Neither of us are talking as we try to calm our rapid breathing and racing hearts. When she places her left hand on my chest, I see a red ring around her wrist from the rope biting into her skin.

I pick it up and press a kiss to the red mark circling her wrist. “You should have told me it was too tight.”

She tilts her wrist so she can see the mark for herself. “I didn’t realize it was. I didn’t feel any pain, if that’s what you’re thinking. That was…” Her sentence breaks off.

I feel my chest tighten, hoping she enjoyed it as much as I think she did, as much as I did.

“Amazing. I’ve never had that strong of a reaction out of my body before.”

I can breathe again with her words.

“It was like I was drowning and was gasping for air. But the second I came unraveled, I could breathe again.”

My heart slowly picks back up. There for a second I thought that maybe I had pushed her too far, that she would finally see the sick bastard I am. I should have known my fallen angel would enjoy the same kink I do.

I roll us over so I’m hovering over her. “I fucking love you.” I press my lips to hers, causing her to lace her fingers into my hair and pull me closer.

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As the week goes by,I get wrapped in Hope any time I can. It’s hard finding time to be alone during the week with her going to work and school and the hours I pull at the shop, but any time either of us have a spare minute, we’re connected as one.

It’s finally Friday, meaning I get a whole weekend with her and I can’t stop watching the minutes tick by on the clock as the day drags on. I’ve managed to get all the paperwork done and filed, and me and the guys rolled a few bikes out of the shop doors today, making room for the new bikes to come in on Monday.

As soon as five o’clock rolls around, I’m jumping on my bike and heading straight for the city. It’s finally time to take her on that ride.

When I walk into her building, the elevator is already in use and I’m too impatient to wait. I take the stairs two at a time. When I reach the third floor, I knock on her door. Her roommate opens, gives me a dirty look, and opens the door wider. This is the look she’s given me since Hope told her I was married.

“You know I’m going through a divorce, right?” I ask as I walk through.

“Don’t want to hear about it.” She covers her ears and walks to her room, shutting the door behind her.

I laugh and shake my head as I knock on Hope’s door.

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