Page 57 of Pin-up Girl

I grunted in disappointment, but the sound was cut short when he pressed into my back and shoved his fingers into my mouth. He sucked on the back of my neck while I sucked on his fingers, licking him clean of my juices.

His erection dug into my ass, distinct despite his trousers, and his breathing was as ragged as mine.

As most of his touch fell away again, he untied the rope. “Crawl further onto the bed,” he said.

I paused long enough to stretch my shoulders and wrists, then obeyed. He was gone. I couldn’t hear him. I was alone on the comforter.

Was that a zipper?

The mattress shifted with a new weight. Despite knowing Clint was in front of me, I was caught off-guard when he twisted his fingers in my curls and tugged hard enough to pull at my scalp. He pulled me into him and claimed my mouth, swallowing my gasp.

There was so much possession and hunger in the kiss, it would have made me wet if I wasn’t already.

“I need to see your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock.” He nipped my lips, biting playfully, as he talked. “I need to fuck your face.” He pushed my head down.

I was so far inside this, so desperate for more that I didn’t want to resist. Tasting him sounded incredible. I caught myself on my wrists, and let him lead me toward his shaft. When I took him in my mouth, his groan was as good as a light touch sliding up my spine.

Clint pushed deeper, striking the back of my throat, and I gagged.

“Such a good girl.” He eased up enough to let me adapt, but his tone was gravelly. “You can take the whole thing.”

I could. I wanted to. My body pleaded for more. A little rougher. A little harder. A little messier.

I let Clint guide me and use me, fucking my face. Slamming against my lips until drool ran down my chin and tears streaked my face.

“So incredible. Such a gorgeous toy.” His words were muttered, repeated again and again, as his thrusting grew more frantic.

When that first salty spurt hit the back of my throat, he eased up just enough, and I swallowed, tasting him as he spilled into my mouth. Licking him clean until he shuddered and pulled away.

Clint was gentle as he helped me kneel again. Guided me to rest my ass on my ankles. I barely registered the loss of sight now. It was warm and safe in my dark cocoon. Sexy. There was pleasure and punishment and reward in here.

He dragged something soft across my chin, wiping it clean, then pressed his mouth to mine again. Tasting himself. Devouring me.

The play was fun, but my pussy ached for more. I dug my fingers into his chest when I fisted his shirt, as much to ground myself as anything.

“Tell me what you want, princess.” His voice was soft. Coaxing.

“Let me come, please?” I didn’t have to face the desperation.

Clint’s hmm was tantalizing, and the too-loud buzz of the massager we’d bought drowned it out. He pressed the device to one of my nipples, sending a fresh zing through me, and his other hand was between my legs again.

When he brushed my clit, I gasped at the rush that pushed me to the edge of orgasm. I needed more kisses, and sought out his mouth. My fists were clenched tight, and my mind was frantic with desire.

As he penetrated me with his fingers again, he slipped the massager down my body. It wasn’t the right shape for this—that hadn’t magically changed—but I didn’t care. The vibrations rocked through me, and his touch inside me yanked at my pleasure.

I plummeted into climax, clenching hard around Clint and groaning against his mouth. Falling off a cliff and floating straight up again as he my head grew light.

He eased off when my body shook from too much, and there was both relief and reluctance when he withdrew from me.

I rested more weight against him, the strength gone from my legs.

He moved a hand to my hair.

“Leave the blindfold on?” My voice sounded distant to my own ears. I didn’t want to leave this wonderful place.

“Okay.” He helped me lay on my side instead, and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll be back real quick.”

“Uh-huh.” I tried to nod. Everything was so heavy. In the best way.

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