Page 97 of Root

His tongue duels with mine, and I’m alive and sparking everywhere.

But once he’s all the way in, he breaks the kiss, lifting my chin. “Slow.”

“Fast.”

His mouth half curls into a smile. “Seduction.”

“Pillage.”

“Want, need, lust,” he whispers, rocking into me, pulling my thighs up so I’m open and he can thrust into me, deep. “Wrapped in slow burn, Jessie.”

Before I can say anything, he does that, fucking me long and slow, a relentless rhythm. The drugging, air-stealing onslaught of his mouth leaves me helpless, exposed, his for the taking.

The orgasm builds slowly, and I both grasp at it and push it away, because I don’t want something beautiful like this from him.

It starts to take me, and then he stops.

Stops cold.

I stare at him, and he smiles, pulling the tie off. “Tie me, if you’ll pardon the pun, up.”

He hands it to me and sits on one of the kitchen chairs, hands behind his back, his cock thick and upright, glistening from our juices.

My entire being throbs. I need…Oh fuck…I contract in a single pulse of pure pleasure as I stumble to him, tying his hands sloppily behind his back before straddling him.

I sink down, riding him, hard and fast, his cock hot steel in me. I squeeze as I go, biting his neck, slamming onto his dick, rocking so my clit hits him each time.

We’re both breathing hard, and I kiss him. Then, I put my head to his and we’re eye to eye, mouth to mouth and I want more, more. I want—

Oh, fuck yes.

He has his hands free, and they grip my hips. He uses me, lifting me, pulling me down. We’re fucking hard, fast, the chair creaking, and I can’t get enough of him. That orgasm is still there, wanting freedom, but this time it comes up hard, sinking its teeth into me, and I explode, my pussy spasming on him, setting him off. We’re both clinging to the other, trying to get more, even as the passion flattens us to the ground.

When I come back from that almighty orgasm, his hands are on my ass, rocking me, and he’s kissing and licking my throat.

“Fuck,” he says. “Your cunt is so fucking good. You won me over. I’ll meet you down here in twenty fresh and clean and dressed up. I’ll take you out.”

Rush doesn’t try and pull me off him, and I make no move to go.

“I need more.”

“I like an insatiable woman. I want you in chains.”

I laugh and, though it isn’t my thing, I think I want it to be. But my way. “When we get back, I want you to use me, abuse me, debase me and make me come.”

“I can make you come without that.”

Like now, which was rough enough that I didn’t have to think about the soft ways his touch can be mistaken for caring. For lo—

“No. You only get me tied up if you do it my way. Do it right and I’ll blow your brains out with the biggest motherfucking orgasm of your life.”

He groans and starts to harden.

I make myself get off him. I grab my pants, pulling them on and then I sweep up my shoes. Dante took off ages ago, I’m guessing.

“Twenty minutes?” I ask, not daring to look at him because if I do, I might not reach the door.

“Twenty fucking minutes.”

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