Page 109 of Burn for You

“Rafael! The stew!”

My palm lands on her ass and the slap echoes through the small living space. “The stew can wait.”

I throw her down on the couch and stand before her. “Something tells me you are hungry for something else.” Her eyes glitter up at me. “Am I right?” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she nods.

“Have I been too lenient with you, Whitley? Do you need reminding of who’s in control here?”

“It’s just a stew. Didn’t think it was such a big—” She cuts off when I pull my pants down, my cock sitting right in front of her face.

“What’s big?” Her eyes flick from my eyes to my cock and back to my eyes again.

I take a step forward and her mouth opens instinctively. I grip my cock by the base and guide it into her warm mouth. My eyes flutter shut as her lips close around me. I groan. “Why have we not done this until now?”

She hums in response, sending vibrations through my entire body before she flattens her tongue and drags it along the underside of my dick, ever so slowly pulling back. Too slowly.

I wrap my hands in her hair and push myself back into her mouth, far enough that her eyes water. “You okay?” I ask.

She nods and uses one hand to grip the base of my cock for more control. She holds it tight as she quickens her speed, back and forth as her tongue explores the size of me in her mouth. She uses her other hand to squeeze my balls, and it’s wickedly pleasing. Her consistent speed drags me to the edge.

“Do I need to pull out, or are you going to swallow for me?” I grit out.

She reaches a hand out and grips my ass, urging me forward, and I can’t hold back another second before I’m exploding into her mouth.

I groan as my release tears through me. I slowly pull out and look down to see May’s throat working as she swallows my cum.

Before I can say how fucking sexy that was, she says, “Since when were you so worried about being gentlemanly?”

I shake my head. “Would you rather I have my way with you?”

“Please.”

Jesus, every time she uses that word, I'm like putty in her hands.

I tuck my still hard cock back into my pants and stride down the hallway towards her bedroom.

“Where are you going?” She yells.

When I reach her room, I crouch down next to the bed and reach for the handcuffs that I spied under there last week. But as my hand feels for the metal, I feel something else. I pull it out from the shadows and realize I’m holding the sex toy that she used that night.

The first night I saw a glimpse of my little spitfire.

I walk back down the hall to find May waiting patiently on the couch. Her eyes sparkle when she sees what I’ve got in each hand. “I seem to recall you saying once that handcuffs could be fun.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and I notice the way her legs squeeze together. A devilish smile blooms on her face as I get closer.

“Should we test that out?”

She nods.

“Take that off,” I nod to her t-shirt. She complies within seconds, leaving me staring at her gorgeous tits in a pretty pink bra. I drag my eyes away to look down to her shorts. “And those.”

She pulls them down her legs, and of course, she’s wearing matching pink lace panties. My mouth salivates at the sight of her.

I place the toy down on the table. “Lie down.”

I climb over her where she’s now laying on the couch. “Hands up.”

She does as I say, and I clasp the handcuffs around her wrists, making sure the chain is behind the leg of the little table that sits just above the height of the couch.

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