Page 90 of Tied Up in Riches

And then it is.

His tongue hot and flat across my opening, above where his fingers fuck me. He sucks my clit into his mouth. His other hand grips my hip tighter across my stomach, and he devours me. He eats at me at a pace that matches his fingers deep inside me, his tongue licking across my wet, hot skin. Something about the way he licks me from the side. I have no fucking clue why or how it’s different other than that, but it is. And holy fuck is it good. I writhe under his touch, squirming under the intensity of how he’s eating me out, alternating between sucking my skin between his lips. He keeps me pinned with his arm across my stomach, but my legs strain, aching to wrap around his head.

He speeds up the thrusts of his fingers but slows the seductive lick of his tongue and my core tightens, both holding back and wanting so badly to fall over the edge. I tighten around his fingers, and he must feel it because he slows his movement, pulling his mouth away from my skin completely.

I whimper, wanting to come. When he breathes a hot breath against my wetness, a chill runs over my skin, then seeps into my body as arousal. He pulls his fingers from me, rubbing them over the apex of my thigh. His tongue follows the path, licking my skin. My pussy clenches as if the contraction could pull his lips and his fingers back to it. My orgasm stays on the edge rather than running away like it usually does.

Marcus nips my inner thigh and pleasure shoots straight to my core, heightened more when he slams two fingers back inside me. I’m tied down so tightly that I can’t squirm away from the intense pleasure, so I welcome it. He slams them inside me, bottoming out, and I love the way that I can’t escape, can’t back out of his reach to lessen the intensity. Then his fingers change direction again, to a bicycle movement that lights up every damn nerve inside of me. What the— My head tips back into the pillow, pulling my gaze from watching as my teeth sink into my lip. His fingers continue, alternating hitting my G-Spot and deep inside me as they cycle around as he thrusts inside me.

“Fucking hell,” he curses against my skin. And then his mouth is on me again. Hot and needy, he sucks my skin, releasing it with a pop and a groan. Then his tongue licks me from the side again. And again.

His fingers work magic inside me.

Steady and consistent since the first cry escaped me.

“Holy shit, Marcus.”

His name stuttering from my mouth between heated breaths throws him off for only a moment before he’s back on track. The next twist of his fingers deep inside shatters me into a thousand pieces as I fly over the cliff.

My breath gets caught in my throat, but it feels like I’m full of air, light and fluffy as my entire body convulses as much as it can while being restrained. My pussy throbs against his fingers, waves of my orgasm trapping them. He pulls them away once the waves start to settle but doesn’t hesitate before replacing them with his tongue. He snakes it inside me, licking and sucking my sensitive skin and another jolt hits me.

I cry out again, although it's barely audible under my strangled breath. He continues to lick me slowly, his tongue swiping inside like he’s savoring my release. The groan that vibrates through me only extends my orgasm.

When I finally relax on the bed, Marcus pulls away from me.

I shake my head as he walks to the end of the bed, ripping apart the velcro from the restraint at the bottom. Relief from the tension in my hips immediately pulls my legs together. “Holy shit.” The urge to cross my arms over my eyes and hide from the intensity of my orgasm is strong, but with the restraints preventing me from doing so, I choose to lock my eyes on his instead. The decision brings me closer to him somehow, like I handed him another fear and he obliviated it.

He brushes a thumb across my cheek. “You good, love?”

“Not until you feel the way I do right now.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, hiding a hint of a smirk. “That can be arranged.” With a quick kiss on my lips, he grabs either side of my waist and lifts me a few inches up the mattress, creating some slack. His hands grip both hips tightly, and without any more of a warning, he flips me on my stomach. Despite his roughness, I land softly on the mattress, my still wet and throbbing pussy against the comforter, my hands tied above my head. I thought I’d like this, but I had no clue how much I’d love it.

Chapter thirty-six

Marcus

With a perfect view of Brooke’s backside, I can’t help but slap her ass. The smack is loud and stings my hand, but any worry that I’m too rough fades when the most perfect sound escapes Brooke’s lips–muffled by the pillow under her face. Fucking hell.

Gripping her hips, I give them a sharp tug, pulling her ass into the air. I smooth my hand over the red mark on her skin, kissing it for good measure. Tugging my jeans and briefs off quickly, I return to my position behind her. As I reach for my nightstand drawer, Brooke adjusts her head to look at me–as much as she can while she’s tied up. Goddamn, do I love seeing her this way. Mine. With complete trust in me to love her body however I want to. I blindly grab a condom from the drawer, half-ass shoving it closed.

It’s not until the foil is pinched between my fingers, ready to be ripped, that I realize I grabbed one out of habit. I don’t want to use it, though. We didn’t the first time and recalling how it felt to be bare inside her. Fucking hell. The thought alone is nearly enough to make me come.

I raise my gaze to look at her beautiful face, flushed from her orgasm, and her tangled hair falling over her back. She eyes me curiously, and I hold the condom out in question.

She shakes her head, not wanting a barrier between us either. I groan at the anticipation of being inside her bare. “We’re going to talk about this after,” I force out, knowing we should talk about it, realizing how unlike me it is that we haven’t–that I trust her in such an irresponsible way.

She nods this time, and it’s the end of the conversation for now. Thank fuck. I’m already hard as a rock from devouring her minutes ago, the taste of her release still on my tongue, the memory of my hands exploring her skin fresh in my mind. I toss the condom aside and move my hands to the back of her thighs. She’s on her knees, her chest pressed into the mattress as her pussy waits on display for me. My hands run up her legs, letting my thumbs rub over her opening. We both groan at the contact, and I push her apart as I line my cock up with her entrance.

The connection sends a tingle of arousal through my dick, guaranteeing that every bit of it is ready for her. My tip slides in easily, coated with a combination of pre-cum and her own arousal. Too anxious to wait, I hold tight to her hips, digging my fingers in a way I hope leaves a mark, and thrust into her. There’s a little resistance as my head pushes inside, but I force my way in until I’m fully seated inside her.

She cries out, but I barely hear it over my own groan. She feels too fucking good. Her warmth envelops me. The way she surrounds me, traps me inside her–I know right fucking now it’s going to be a feeling I indefinitely chase. I pull out slowly, her wetness touching every atom of my cock, the ache I’ve had for her since the first time finally satiated.

Her pussy is already clenched around my cock like she’s close already, and it creates resistance as I pull out, begging me to go deeper instead. With just my tip still inside her, I thrust my hips, pulling her deep with my grip on her.

“Holy–” she cries out, her voice cracking before she bites into the pillow beneath her. God, she’s hot as hell.

I lean forward, my hands traveling up her sides and grabbing her breasts along with the next thrust. I twist her nipples between my fingers-they’re hard in comparison to the rest of my handful. I pull out slowly again, loving the sensation of my dick dragging against her sensitive skin, and aching for her as soon as I’m not fully inside. With another penetrating thrust, my restraint shatters. My climax is so close there’s not a chance in hell I can stop myself from coming. I plunge inside her again, one of my hands smoothing down her stomach to find her clit, needing her to come with me.

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