Page 101 of Frayed Bonds

“As much as I love how eager you are sweetheart, unless you bought edible paint, you may wanna keep it away from any major role players.” I look down at both my hands covered in paint before figuring out he still has one hand untouched by the paint and I pout before flicking some paint up at him, splattering it across his chest.

“I’ve got this, Ambs,” I smirk at him knowing how much he loves the nickname. Touching only the underwear I tug it down and an audible gasp leaves my lips as he steps out of both items of clothing. His cock springs up, hitting him against his stomach. His girth alone has my thighs clenching as I take in the true realisation of how big Ambrose’s dick is.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, sweetheart.”

“Don’t think I could forget this image even if I wanted to.”

I place gentle kisses around his thigh, holding the backs of them for stability. “Can you hold your cock for me please, Ambs?” I ask and look up at him with the most innocent eyes I can muster given the circumstances.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll come right now.” He reaches down and takes his dick in his hand, pumping it gently, clearly unsure as to why I asked him to.

“Lift it a bit.” He does as I ask and I suck one of his balls into my mouth, a visceral growl leaves his throat followed by a trail of curse words as I lick up his shaft, his hand shifting according to my actions and as I reach the tip I bring into my mouth swirling my tongue around it before letting it out with a pop.

“Okay you can let go now,” I smile and start to take him into my mouth, his hand covered in paint grips into my hair guiding me further and further down on his cock.

“Fuck sweetheart, just like that. You look so beautiful taking my dick so well,” he says, his eyes watching me intently. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him in further and muttered Italian curse words slip from his lips and he pulls me off him. I stare at him with a frown.

“If I’m coming anywhere tonight sweetheart it’s inside you, not in your mouth.” He reaches down with his clean hand and wipes a trail of spit still connecting my mouth to his dick. “Such a pretty mouth.”

Chapter forty-one

Ambrose

“Flick some paint on that side of the canvas and go lay in it,” I say and she looks over at the blank end of the canvas. She looks like a goddess, more specifically a goddess I finally get to corrupt. She’s a mess in the most beautiful way I could’ve ever imagined.

She picks up the most perfect colour, pink, and flicks it, splattering it all across the other end of the canvas.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect,” I say as she lays down in the colour and I don’t think I could have imagined this no matter how hard I tried. She is beyond beautiful. Trying my best to not get paint in any spots we need clean, I get on my knees and stare down at her pink panties.

“I’m so sorry about these, sweetheart, but I’ll get you more, I promise,” I say before I grip the lace between my two hands and rip the flimsy material. “Much better,” I mumble.

Indulging myself, I drop down until I’m face level with her cunt. I haven’t been able to get the image of her on my bed, thighs clenching around my head as she comes, out of my mind since it happened. I knew I was a goner the second her pretty little moans filled my ears. I lick a stripe up her slit, stopping to suck around her sensitive bud. Her whimpers are like music to my ears and her taste makes me feel like I’ve been starved my entire life.

“Ambs, I need more,” she whines out.

“Patience, sweetheart,” I smirk up at her from between her legs. This is torture for me, just as much as it is for her, all I can think about is sinking into her and feeling her wrapped around me. There aren't many spots on her body untouched by the paint but I make it my mission to kiss anywhere I can, stopping only once I get up to her face.

I stare down at her, her eyes pooling into mine, adoration, lust, so many emotions swirl in them and I’m tempted to tell her every single thing I feel right now but I know all too well this is never the best time.

“You ready, sweetheart?” I ask and she nods. I pause for a bit, room for any second guesses.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers and moves her head up to connect our lips and draw me back down, I line up with her entrance and slip in.

We let out a moan in unison and I can’t help but stare at her beautiful face, eyes screwed shut, lips forming the perfect ‘o’. As I lean down, I breathe in her breath for a brief second before connecting our lips and plunging myself fully into her.

Her nails dig into my back and it only encourages me to pick up the pace and plunge into her, drawing out the most beautiful moans I’ve ever heard.

“You’re so fucking tight sweetheart, taking me so well,” I say into her lips. My hands slip beneath me and I try to not smash her under my weight. A giggle escapes both of our lips briefly as I nearly lose my footing. I flip us over so she is on top and she groans at the sudden depth and even I have to start thinking about our latest financials to stop myself from releasing.

She lifts herself slightly and drops down on my length setting a torturous pace, “Fucking hell, Val,” I say sitting up and cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss, the movement an excuse to get a better angle. I groan at my need for release and what I can only believe to be hers as well.

“As much as I love to watch you sweetheart, these aren't the best positions tonight, c’mon.” I smack her ass. “Ass up, face down.”

She does as she’s told and I smirk, staring at the pink mess all over her back. Gripping her hips I bring her closer and slide in having better control over the pace and with a lot less slip in this position. I lean forward over her and dip my hand in the gold paint that started all of this, dragging her hands forward along the canvas creating smears all while pounding into her.

“Ah, Ambrose, it feels so good,” she cries out. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her up so her back is flush against my chest. My hand, covered in paint, wraps around her throat pulling her further back so my mouth is right next to her ear. “You are so perfect sweetheart, I can feel you clenching around me,” I whisper and in turn, trigger her to clench even more.

With my free hand, I reach down and rub circles around her clit eliciting a scream from her lips and I’m really fucking grateful we’re alone. Her head tips back and she falls over the edge clenching all around my cock. Her nails dig into my thighs and I grind into her slowly, before picking up the speed and chasing my own orgasm.

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