Page 92 of Quake

I practically collapse onto his chest, but the idea of smacking this man across the face is both hilarious and fucking sexy as hell.

Before I can respond, he says, “Please,ma petite rouge,I’m begging you to discipline me so I can be worthy of your sweet cunt.”

My hand rears back almost of its own accord.Well, I guess I’ve made that decision.Gianni’s amused expression tells me everything I need to know.He was dead serious.He’s going to like this.

My palm flies across his cheek, making contact with a quick “thwack,” and I instantly feel his hard length twitch beneath me as his gaze smolders, and he lets out a low moan. The red palm print I left acts as a reminder of just how filthy this man likes it in the bedroom, and I can fully sayI’ve been missing out.

I see his belt hanging on the back of the chair beside my desk. I climb off him and grab it, tying it around his wrists and securing him to my headboard. “Much better.” I smirk as I climb back on top of him. “Now you can’t touch me until I tell you to.”

Gianni groans loudly, clenching his eyes shut as if he’s in pain, and I revel in the way this man wants me.

I continue to pleasure myself with the toy as he watches, his full bottom lip paying the price of our little game here as he bites his lip so hard he’s drawing blood.

My core is clenching tightly with every passing moment, and I can’t take it anymore. I want him inside me.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” I ask, and his teeth finally leave his lip. His tongue darts out, licking the blood away before he replies.

“Please, god, please let me fuck you.It’s all I want.” He moans out his plea.

“Well, alright. I guess you’ve been a good boy,” I tell him, placing the toy beside us and leaning across him to undo the belt buckle. My breasts are hovering over his face, and I’m deliberately slow as I remove his restraints, his mouth inching closer to my pebbled nipples.

“See something you like?” I ask.

He nods with vigor. “Can I suck on your gorgeous nipples? I just want a taste,” he whines.

I nod, allowing him to because I want it arguably far more than he does.

He drags a nipple into his mouth, moaning as he sucks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud. I feel the head of his dick pressing against my center, and it takes every ounce of self-control for me not to just bounce onto it.

I have a plan,I remind myself, finishing unfastening him from the headboard. I lie down beside him as he rolls his wrists, shaking them out and renewing blood flow.

“What next?” he asks.

“Simple missionary…” I taunt. “With a twist.” I smile up at him and watch as he positions himself between my legs.

“Do I get to bury myself inside you now?”

I nod. “I suppose,” I joke.

He wastes no time sinking himself deep inside me. I stretch around him, trying to relax my muscles to let him all the way in. He’s just too fucking big.

I’ll admit, it’s a pleasant problem to have though.

“Ask nicely, and I’ll let you make me come.” I smile brightly.

His eyes flare with heat as he plows into me, my body shifting with every rapid thrust of his hips. His hand snakes between us, and he takes my clit between his fingers, circling and tugging on it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my toes curling and core clenching with every thrust.I’m so close.

I’m moments from coming apart around him, but one last idea hits me. I hoist my leg up as high as I can get it, the change in angle allowing him to drive even deeper into me, which I hadn’t thought possible before.

I bring my toes to his mouth, and with a smirk, I tell him, “If you want to make us come together, suck.”

With the hand that isn’t currently occupied, he grips the arch of my foot, dragging my toes to his mouth and wrapping those full lips around them. He sucks as he continues pounding into me, and I damn near lose my mind.

I come apart around him, pulsating and writhing against him, calling out his name so many times I lose count.

“Fuck,” he grinds out. “That’s it, baby. Give me everything you’ve got.”

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