Page 77 of A Promise For Tomorrow

“Calm down,Mariposita. Breathe, baby,” I whisper.

The head of the plier slips underneath the metal, the teeth opening to accommodate the ring. Carefully, I close them, making sure not to pinch her skin. Adding pressure, the metal snaps, finally freeing her breasts. With aclink,the top falls to the floor.

Goosebumps spring up along her breasts as the chilled air caresses her sun-kissed skin.

I place the pliers back down on the table and kick the pile of clothes out of the way. Needing to raise her higher, I reach into my pocket and hit the button on the remote. Long, toned legs now dangle right at shoulder length.Perfect. Her fingers grip the chains as her body squirms, adjusting to the new height.

The remote bounces as I fling it onto the bed behind us. Dropping my shorts to the floor, I toss them with the rest of the clothes. Madison’s eyes shoot straight to my jutting cock.

My hand reaches out to stroke it for good measure. “Like what you see, baby?” I purr.

She responds with a nod.

Not wanting her shoulders to strain too much, I make my way over to her with haste. I grip her thighs, firmly wrappingthem around my shoulders before cupping her ass and bringing her glistening pussy to my face.

Christ, I’ve been wanting to taste her all day.

Like a starved man, I devour her, licking and sucking up her liquid sweetness.

“Mmm,” we moan simultaneously.

I am writhingon his face. My hips gyrating against him. Though my arms and hands don’t hurt—thanks to his shoulders giving the chains slack—they itch to reach out and touch him. To tangle my fingers into his soft curls and pull his head closer to my core.

“Ocean Eyes…” I moan breathily.

His grip on my ass grows firmer as his tongue destroys me.

The walls of my pussy clench, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through me. My arousal drips down my thighs and over his chin as he continues his tongue's relentless assault. Stars cloud my vision as the chains rattle. The pads of my fingers burn from clenching them too tightly.

“Diego…please…pleaaaase,” I weep. I don’t even know what I am begging for… to come? For him to be inside me this instant?

His teeth scrape against my clit and I explode, crying out my release. If not for his strong hands supporting me, I would have gone completely slack on these chains.

“Holy… fuck.” I am barely able to get the words out.

“Hold on, baby. We are just getting started,” he apprises. The five o’clock shadow at his chin glistens with my release.

Supporting my trembling body in one arm, he reaches overand hits a button on the remote. Instantly, I am lowered, my arms coming down to wrap around his neck. He kisses me hard. I taste myself on him as our tongues dance.

“If only you could see yourself when you come. It’s quite the sight,Mariposita,” he rasps.

He lowers me slowly, letting my Jell-O legs get reacquainted with the ground. When steady, he releases me to undo my bindings. His fingers rub at the places the cuffs dug into my wrists before bringing them up to his lips to kiss each one.

Bending over, he scoops me up and walks a few feet over to what appears to be a sex swing. If my cheeks weren’t already bright red, they would be now. I have never seen a sex swing in real life. Looks like I am about to find out how this works…

Gently, he lowers my body so that my head rests against the cushioned pillow-like thing and my ass sits at the edge of it. His strong fingers grip my trembling calves.

“I will be the only one to ever tell you to spread those beautiful thighs,Mariposita. Are we clear?” he asks…demands…whatever… as he slides each of my legs into the stirrup-looking straps.

My head is spinning and my tongue becomes tied. I’m still in the process of recovering from my orgasm. I nod vehemently, prompting him to smile wickedly.

“Good,” he praises as he pulls me forward by the straps and enters me. I’m so wet he slides all the way in, bottoming out.

I inhale sharply from the pleasure that vibrates through me. The sensation of fullness causes my walls to cave around him. He groans in appreciation.

Diego doesn’t ease up, continuing to pound into me and sending me into a spiral of passion and ecstasy. I am already so sensitive. It doesn’t take much for him to build me back up.

Our bodies are slick with sweat. A saltiness permeates the air between us from our swim in the ocean earlier. Hints of coconutand mint flirt with my heightened senses. Such a delicious and deadly combination.

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