Page 79 of Wyatt

She wraps the rope around my wrists and ties it in a tightknot. “I wanted to control the pace so badly, Wy. Like, I wanted to take a break when I needed it. But I couldn’t because I was tied up, and that made it…just…so hot, Wyatt. So,sohot. Not as hot as your thigh tattoo?—”

“Few things are,” I say with a chuckle.

“But almost.”

My shoulders burn from being pulled back like this. The rope chafes against my wrists.

I like it.

I like it even more when Sally gets back on her knees. She looks at my dick, then up at me. “Last time I did this, it didn’t go well. I’m gonna need a lot of guidance. I promise you won’t offend me.”

Her willingness to learn—the way her hips flare out when she’s seated like this—I can’t take it. “I promise I’mma like what you do. Put your hand on me like you just did. That’s it. Hold me tight.”

She circles me with her fingers and squeezes, a pearlescent drop of pre-cum appearing on my head.

“Start by licking that up. I hope you like the taste of my cum, Sunshine.”

“Oh?” She’s teasing me as she sits up on her knees and leans in. “Why is that?”

I wanna howl when she presses her tongue to the slit on the underside of my head. Heat rockets through me, my hips jerking. “I want you to swallow me. All of me. You want me to pull out, I will. But I want to come in your mouth, same as you came in mine.”

“Okay.”

Okay.This woman is killing me.

“Keep licking. Lick it all up.”

Not only does she lick up every last drop. She also licks her lips, like she’s savoring me.

Meeting my eyes, she says, “More.”

I pull at the rope binding my wrists. It bites into my skin,but I don’t care. What I would give to grab her head right now. Hold it steady while I pump into her mouth.

But I can’t. As frustrating as it might be, Sally’s in charge.

“What next?” she asks, giving my dick a slow, hard tug.

I bite down on my cheek. “Spit on it.”

Her eyes go wide.

“Yes, Sunshine, I really want you to spit on my dick. The more lube we got, the better.”

“You really?—”

“I ain’t askin’ you again. Spit on my dick, Sally. Then I want you to spread it around with your tongue before you take me inside your mouth.”

She blinks. “Okay.”

I growl at the sound she makes when she does as I told her. Her spit feels warm on my skin, made warmer when she licks ribbons of fire down my cock and back up again. Tip to root. Root to tip.

“That’s—good, Sunshine. Really fucking good.”

Her eyes flick to meet mine. “Ready?”

I’ve been ready my whole life to be loved by you this way.

“I am if you are.”

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