Page 85 of Take It Offline

He could feast on me for hours or leave me hanging, tied up and waiting, until he comes back for more.

Never letting me come.

With two fingers, he thrusts deep inside me, his tongue still circling my clit.

“Please,” I beg, overwhelmed by a wave of ecstasy, desperate. “Please don’t stop.”

I can still picture him, on his knees, licking me open. Those cunning blue eyes looking up at me, taking in everything.

The Charlie in my ears is getting close, getting louder, his hand moving faster now, his voice rough. “I hope you’re not finished yet,” he goads. “I’m not nearly done with you. Maybe I’ll keep you there all night, wake you with my fingers or my tongue when I need another taste. But you can’t come yet. Can you do that, sweetheart? Can you hold off for me?”

Holy. Shit.

Like some sexual Uno reverse card, Charlie’s order to hold back only gets me closer, turns me on more, and I’m suddenly rocketing toward the edge.

And it’s so very fucking good.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I wish you were here. You would look beautiful painted in my cum.”

He finishes with a groan, the sound pulsating through my body over the fast slap of his hand and my own quieter orgasm playing underneath.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I’m on the edge, so close to coming. Right here, right now, with the sound of Charlie in my ears and his tongue between my legs.

But I need to see him. I need to look into his eyes when it happens.

I twist and pull at the cuffs. “Stop, Charlie. Please. I need to see you. God, please let me see you.”

The headphones and mask are ripped away, and he’s hovering over me. Fuck. His mouth is slick and red, his chin glistening.

“Do it,” I command. “You promised me you could. So show me.” With my hands and feet tied, all I can do is push my hips against him. “Make me come.”

He growls again, then he’s on me, licking deep into my pussy, his eyes locked on mine. That’s all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge, screaming out and shaking as it finally happens.

I almost cry with relief.

My orgasm racks my body over and over and over, each new wave making me writhe and whimper uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, sucking my clit between his teeth and pulling more and more pleasure from me.

It’s incredible, relief and pleasure and want exploding all at once, with Charlie at the center of it all.

“Ah, fuck, fuck.” My voice breaks, my heart pounding in my chest. But I’m not done. “Charlie, I swear. If you don’t have your dick out in five seconds, I’m never speaking to you again.”

Without even a heartbeat of hesitation, he unzips and shoves his pants down, pulling his cock out.

Finally,finally, I get to see him.

He’s huge. Thick, uncut. Wet at the tip. And beautifully, wonderfully hard.

I was right; his cock is gorgeous.

I moan, my clit throbbing. I might come again just from looking at him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, taking himself in his hand, andyes. It’s exactly what I’ve wanted.

I’m transfixed. Pleasuring himself on my command. Muscle, power, strength… enough that he could take what he wants. I’m completely bound. I couldn’t stop him. But instead of taking, he’s giving me this.

It’s better than I imagined, even though I can’t touch. His face is flushed as his cock slides in and out of his fist.

Goddamn, if it isn’t impossible to look away from him right now.

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