Page 63 of Something Old

I can’t move my hands. He leans over the bed and wrapping his arm around my waist he lifts me higher onto it. Before I realize what, he is doing, he has my hands up against the ornate bars of the headboard - tying me to that.

“Mas.” I let out a breathless whisper of his name.

He pulls my head to the side and kisses my neck sending shivers bolting through my body.

“Oh—fuck.” I gasp.

His hand runs over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, pulling them gently. Then he wraps his mouth over my nipple and lets his tongue play over my sensitive skin.

I rock my hips up against him. I want to touch him.

Wiggling against the restraints they bite harder into my skin.

He grabs my thighs and pulls them apart, dipping his fingers inside me and I want to scream it feels so good.

He chuckles. It’s a deep rumble that taunts me.

Pulling his pants open with one hand he frees his cock.

I can’t take my eyes off it. The veins popping along the shaft. The size of it. I know how good he feels inside me.

I rock my hips up again.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, and my entire body feels alive with tension.

“Badly. Please.” I beg.

He leans over me, spreading my legs as wide as they will go.

He pushes his cock up against my pussy and rocks his hips forward - sliding into me - inch by inch as I try to catch my breath.

Then he fucks me. I grab the headboard, desperate to hold on to something. I want to tear my nails down his back.

I scream his name, and it only seems to drive him harder into me.

Each thrust jolts my body as he slams into me.

I can feel the pleasure building, becoming too much, overwhelming me.

The orgasm slams into me and my entire body shudders.

He growls as he thrusts deep inside me, exploding his own pleasure as my pussy clamps over his cock.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Masaccio

She is still tied to the bed. I lie next to her catching my breath. Her skin is shining with a thin layer of perspiration, and she has the most gorgeous grin on her face.

I roll towards her, reaching for the cord and pulling it loose.

She lowers her arms and rotates her wrists, rubbing them a little.

“Was it too tight?” I ask, concerned that I hurt her.

“Not at all.” She says with a slight blush on her cheeks.

I grab her around the waist and pull her up against my body. It feels so good to just be here with her, to feel her skin against mine. Tonight, out at the beach bar - it was so much fun.

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