Page 61 of Rough Ride

He moved away from her.

“You can look if you want but leave your hands on the bed.”

She turned her head, and she felt her hair slide over her nipples. It hurt. They were so damned hard; even the barest of touches caused her pain. He had already pulled off his shirt and he was undoing his jeans.

He pulled them down and when he stood, he was completely nude. His cock jutted out, fully erect. She licked her lips.

“Ah, love, you know how to make a man happy. Wanna taste?”

She nodded. He stepped forward and smacked her ass with his palm. Oh, God.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Eli.”

He leaned down and kissed her. When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily.

“Thank you.”

He climbed on the bed in front of her, his hand wrapped around his cock. She couldn’t take her gaze from the hand working over his cock.

“So, a little taste. Not too much. Just a little, love, because I have things I want to do to you.”

He held it in front of her mouth.

“Lick the crown. Just a lick.”

She nodded and moved forward and did his bidding.

“Ah, I like that, love. Now, take me into your mouth.”

She wanted to take him all the way in her mouth, but he kept his thrusts shallow. He pulled out when she was just getting started, stroking his shaft again.

“Do you want some more?”

She nodded.

When he just continued to stare at her and stroke himself, she realized he wanted a vocal answer.

“Yes, Eli.”

He smiled, then guided his cock into her mouth.

“Stay still, love.”

Then he started to fuck her mouth. He took her head into his hands and thrust in and out of her mouth. He went so deep, that she gagged once or twice, but she didn’t care. In fact, she wanted to feel him come, taste it as it slid down her throat. But he had other plans.

He pulled away from her and out of her mouth, then leaned down to kiss her.

“Yeah, you’d like to eat it all up, wouldn’t you? Well, we can’t have that tonight. And you’re naughty, but you behave so well. On the bed, love. I need another taste of you.”

She laid down on the bed, but he slipped off and went to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“New. Just bought them,” he said, giving her a naughty smile. “Seems I had you on my mind when I found them though. I wanted to see your wrists tied up.”

They were leather but padded on the inside. He slipped them over one wrist, then slid them between the bed slates. He cuffed the second wrist.

“Nice. I like the way you’re on the pillow there.”

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