Page 77 of Rope Me In

“Kade, please.”

“Please what?”

She doesn’t immediately answer, so I pull back and slap her clit. The force isn’t hard, but she jumps from the surprise. I do it again, and she cries a string of curses that has me grinning like I won the lottery.

“Remember, Lemon darlin’. Use that smart mouth of yours, and tell me what you want.”

“Please, Kade.” She pauses to gather her courage. “Please, I want your mouth on me.”

“That’s my girl.” I reward her by sealing my lips back over her clit, but now, I use my fingers at the same time, thrusting them inside her as I lick and suck.

“Yes!”

I hum around the nerves and plunge my fingers deeper into her tight heat. I can feel her walls starting to flutter, and I know I don’t have much more time before she comes. I gently bite ather clit and curl my fingers until I feel the rough patch of skin I’m looking for.

“Oh my god!” she cries.

I thrust my fingers faster now, her arousal slick on my lips and hand as her thighs tremble from her impending orgasm. I lift my mouth and keep moving my fingers against her G-spot, and her cries become louder as I dig my blunt nails into the outside of her thigh.

“I can feel you about to come. Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes!” Her chest heaves, and her wrists strain against the bindings.

I work her harder so I can hear her wet arousal through the truck cab, then I remove my hand and slap her clit again. Her body jerks, and I replace the sting with my lips, sucking on her swollen bud as she tries to ride my face by lifting her hips up.

I press into her and give her what she craves. That’s all it takes for Presley to fall over the edge, and I slide my fingers back inside her so I can feel her orgasm squeeze them like she would my cock. For a moment, I allow myself to fantasize about what my cum would look like dripping out of her while her thighs shook. That image has me almost coming along with her, but by some miracle, I don’t.

I let her ride out her orgasm for a minute longer until I feel her body sag with post-orgasm exhaustion. I sit up and see her hands turning slightly white from the full weight of her tired body, so I spring into action.

I wipe my hands on my jeans before removing the belt from the handle then free her wrists. Once that’s done, I sit back down next to her and remove her blindfold, watching her as her eyes adjust to the dim light in the cab.

Before she can start to think about the mess between her legs and what just transpired between us, I take her chin in my hand and kiss her. My lips are still wet with her arousal, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. She sighs into my mouth as I work my handsdown her shoulders and her arms, restoring any circulation that was lost while I played.

“You okay?” I pull away to study her.

A giggle leaves her, and while the sound is new and surprising, it warms my heart and fills my chest cavity with butterflies.

“You could say that,” she says.

I kiss her forehead, smiling against her crown. When her hand starts to creep up my thigh toward my straining length, I lay my hand over hers to stop her ascent.

“It’s okay, Lemon.”

She presses a kiss to my lips and tries to move her hand again. “But I want to.”

I pull back and look into her eyes. The desire in them has me questioning my decision to say no. “This was for you.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’ve had a long couple of days and need some rest. After that, if you still want to, I’ll give you anything you want.”

She blinks at me, almost as if she’s trying to wake herself up from a dream. Then I think she looks a little hurt.

“Hey, now,” I soothe. “I don’t expect a tit for tat here. If someone taught you that, they can kick rocks. I enjoyed what we did, if you didn’t notice.” I grin slyly. “You giving yourself to me was enough. Please know that.”

I kiss her to punctuate what I said before pulling her pants off the back of the seat. “Now, let’s get inside before someone comes down here and thinks my truck is about to combust,” I tease, pointing to the fogged-up windows.

She blushes and takes her pants, the real and genuine smile I worked hard to get on her face settling something in me. I don’t know what it is, but I feel calmer, not as restless as I usually do. I hold on to that feeling, hoping it doesn’t go away.

Chapter 26

Presley

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