Page 62 of Face Me Off

“Were my hands sliding over your curves like this?” He places one hand on my waist while the other lowers to my hip. Desire courses through my veins as I ache with need.

“Yeah, but”—I lower one hand to cup my ass—“more like here.”

“Ooh, dirty girl. I like her.”

“She’s only for you.”

His breath hitches. “You don’t know how much I like that.”

He gives my ass cheek a soft squeeze before unbuckling my jeans. Brushing his fingers along my waist, he finds the hem and pushes the light sweater over my head.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Ryan,” I whisper, caught in his web. I reach out to unbutton his shirt, but he grabs my hands. “I’m in control tonight.”

Our gazes meet. Without a word, I know he senses my silent consent. It oozes from me.

I love it when he takes charge. I can’t help it. Sex with Ryan is fun, and when he takes over, I don’t have to think. Just react and enjoy.

He spins me around and lowers my jeans. “Step out.”

I obey, enjoying the low, agonizing moan that escapes his lips. He must appreciate the new thong I may or may not have bought with him in mind.

“Fuck, Maddy. You’re too irresistible.” His hands have free range over my body. He leans forward and lightly bites my asscheek. He surprises me when he loops his fingers around the elastic string of my thong and rips it off. Guess I don’t need that pair anymore.

I hear the slide of the side drawer. Some shuffling sounds. Then, the slick movement of silk against silk.His tie.

“Remove your bra and raise your hands above your head,” he orders.

He stands at my backside and wraps the necktie around my wrists until they’re tied securely. “Is this okay?” His fingertips brush along the insides of my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

I didn’t think it was possible to get more turned on, but it’s a fucking furnace down below. I’m throbbing with want and need a release. Soon.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.” I nod. “God, yes.”

“Does being tied up turn you on?”

My face flames. I’ve never had anyone be so direct. So demanding. Maybe I should be embarrassed because I love this way too much. “Yes.”

“Good.”

I hear more shuffling behind me, and not long after, his shirt falls to the floor. His pants soon follow. I yelp when he swoops me in his arms and places me on the bed. I’m baring my entirebody to him as I lay on my back with my hands tied above my head, legs spread wide. My nipples pebble in the cool breeze of the ceiling fan.

“Such a sight.” He positions himself between my legs. “My good girl.”

His praise has me writhing beneath him, practically begging for relief. I expected him to either fuck my mouth or suck my clit. He does neither.

“Ryan. I need you.”

“Grab onto the headboard if you need to.”

I fish around until my hands find the slats and wrap my fingers around them. Just as he always does, Ryan runs the tip of his cock along my slit until it’s wet with my juices. With heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze holds mine as he enters me ever so slowly, inch by inch, until he fills me up.

My moan is loud as I feel everything. Pressure. Fullness. The sweetness of him hitting all the right areas. This man has ruined me for anyone else. Nobody can make me feel this good.

He takes slow, tantalizing strokes like we have all the time in the world. But it’s the adoration in his stare that clenches my heart. It speaks volumes.

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