Page 17 of His Bound Bedmate

“I’m putting the paddle away now, wife.” I heard the sound of a drawer closing. “Christ, woman, I’ve never seen a pussy as wet as yers is for me. Ye’re ready, are ye no’?”

I moaned. “Please, Findlay. Please fook me.”

“Far be it from me to deny my wife anything.” He stepped up behind me—I felt his heat against my back—and leaned close to my ear. “Are ye ready, Millicent?”

I nodded frantically, and he slowly pushed his long cock into my cunt.

I began to come almost immediately.

He froze once his cock was all the way in, and I felt my muscles tightening around him. For the first time I regretted being restrained, because I wanted—needed—to move.

Luckily, he understood, and slowly withdrew his cock—just slightly—before thrusting it back up into me. I moaned, and he did it again, and again, his tempo building with each thrust. I could feel his hot breaths against the naked skin of my back, and the knowledge he was as ready as I was—that he was filling me from behind—nearly sent me over the edge.

But when it happened, my orgasm took me by surprise. Between one thrust and the next, he slapped my arse cheek, and that’s what tipped the balance.

“Findlay!” I screamed, feeling that white-hot pleasure bursting all over, enough to make me curl my toes and my calves up against the wood of the stock, and buck as much as I was able to within the pillory.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I didn’t care, I was so consumed by my orgasm. But there was some movement, some noise…

And then I was no longer restrained. His cock was still buried deep inside me, but I wasn’t locked into the wooden device any longer. He was pulling me against him, up and out of the stocks, and I was still coming from the way his cock made me feel. We were moving, how I didn’t know, because it didn’t matter. My body was still cresting the flames Findlay had lit within me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the ceiling of the room on my back in the bed, and he was leaning over me. He had the most beautiful look of concentration, control, on his face, as he watched me writhe beneath him. But that phenomenal orgasm was ending, and I was coming back from the brink. He was braced over me, still, silent, watching me…and I wanted more.

I reached up and stroked one hand down his cheek. “Come for me,” I murmured. “Lose control, just for a bit.”

Something beautiful flashed in those blue eyes, and his tongue flicked out across his lips. “Are ye certain, Millicent?” he whispered.

“Green,” I replied with a smile.

He began to move.

Chapter 10

Findlay

It was as if I’d just been waiting for her permission. I’d kept such careful control over myself, my instincts, making sure she was the one who came first, and soon, and hard.

But now…? Now that I had her on my bed, now I had her permission to let go…

My cock pounded her, fucking that hot, wet cunny like there was no tomorrow.

I knew I was grunting with each thrust, straining against her, but I couldn’t help it; she was so damned good. I prided myself on my control, but this? I was definitely not in control any longer.

Under me, she made an erotic little noise halfway between a pant and a moan, and I just about lost it. I leaned over, braced my forearms on either side of her head, and willed my orgasm to wait just a few more moments.

Just…a few…more…thrusts.

I wanted to see her face when I came inside her. I wanted to watch her become mine, become my wife in every sense of the word. But when her sweet, slick pussy muscles began to tighten around my cock again, I saw the surprise on her face.

“Findlay!” She panted. “Findlay, I’m—oh! Oh God, Findlay, I’m coming again! Oh!”

Next thing I knew, Millicent’s legs were wrapped around me and she was bucking under me, and I gave up trying to control the tightness that had built at the base of my cock and in my ballocks.

I came. Hard. I spilled deep inside her—halfway to her womb—and it didn’t stop. I hadn’t spent this much at once in…ever. She was still latched on to me, still spasming around me, and—Christ!—I’d never come this long or this hard in my life.

I rolled over on the bed, taking her with me, until she was perched above me, straddling my hips, still riding my cock. She bucked and writhed, and God Almighty, I fooked her from beneath.

Even after she collapsed, breathing heavily, against my chest...even after I wrapped my arms around her and held on for all I was worth…I still felt her cunny milking my cock. Demanding more. Dominating our connection.

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