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Their breaths mingled, heavy and ragged, as his lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, exposing more of herself to him, her fingers already working at the waistband of his pants.

His hands slid down her back, finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with practiced ease. As the fabric fell away, his gaze darkened with desire, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he captured her mouth again, hungrier this time, their bodies pressing together, skin against skin, the last barriers between them quickly disappearing into the haze of their passion.

Panting with excitement, she kissed his neck. Wet kisses, sharp nips, and teasing bites trailed down his throat. The scent of her body filled his nose, intoxicating him. His body burned hotter with every second. Her lips moved from one side of his throat to the other, licking, eating, kissing his skin.

Her hand found his nipple, pulling, pinching at it, testing his limits. Her soft body rubbed against his rough one, every movement deliberate, every brush of her skin against his sending jolts of pleasure through him. Her leg wrapped around his waist, moving up and down, rubbing herself against his rod with unrelenting force.

“Ahh…” Sawyer’s soft groan vibrated through his throat and onto her lips. The sound sent a thrill down her spine. She moved lower, her teeth grazing his chest before nipping his nipple.

“Fuck…!” His broken voice, rough and strained, urged her to bite harder. She did. Her teeth clamped onto the sensitive bud, pulling, tugging, pushing him further into the abyss of desire.

“Fuck... Fuck, Ellie!” He hissed as pain shot through his nipple, only for pleasure to follow when her tongue swiped over it, sending tingles rippling across his chest.

His member ached, thick and heavy, tip leaking with undeniable proof of his need. Her mouth traveled lower, finding his rod directly. Fisting him in her hand, she lifted it, showing him just how hard he was.

A wicked grin stretched across her lips as she met his burning eyes, teasing him. He growled furiously, his muscles tensing.

Her grip on his thickness tightened in a punishing hold, her hand twisting, stroking, forcing him to endure the torturous pleasure. With every stroke, it swelled, turning darker, the veins pulsing beneath his hot skin.

Lowering her head, she took the tip into her mouth, sucking, teasing, pushing him to the edge.

“Ellie… slow down!” he growled, his shaft trembling with need, the trapped blood setting every vein on fire, his fingers gripping the back of her head.

She sucked and licked, reveling in the way his control threatened to break free. The raw, primal way his body betrayed him—set her own arousal aflame. Her core ached, drenched with her own desire.

She climbed on top of Sawyer, straddling him. Her bare wetness rubbed against his stomach, her heat branding his skin.

Her thumb traced his lower lip, wiping away the wetness in a slow, seductive motion. She held his gaze, something dark and dangerous swirling between his eyes. And then, she climbed higher, lowering herself over his mouth.

“Use your tongue on me.”

His hands moved to her hips, eager to pull her closer, but before he could settle them there, she gripped his wrists firmly. She shifted her position, guiding his hands away and bringing them higher, her fingers pressing against his skin with commanding force.

“Just your tongue. Hands off.” Her voice was a low, sultry command.

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She made him grip the metal rod of the bed frame, the cold touch of the iron burning through his hands.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath,

The sensation of her hands controlling the pace, keeping him from touching her, only made the desire more intense, more consuming.

His hands were bound, but all he wanted was to grab her hips, press her down, and bury his face in her slick heat. The moment her wetness touched his lips, a deep growl rumbled from his chest.

His tongue licked a slow, teasing stroke before his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking, flicking, devouring. Her taste—sweet, intoxicating—filled his mouth, drowning him in her. His nose pressed against her, his hunger overtaking him as he licked and sucked, dragging her closer to the peak she was chasing.

Ellie moved, grinding against his mouth, her breathless moans echoing through the room. He let her control the pace—for now. But his tongue was relentless, his mouth unforgiving. Just when she was about to come undone, she lifted her hips. And then a few seconds later, she lowered herself again.

Sawyer arched up at once. His tongue licked and sucked, the loss of her taste for even a second making him ravenous. When she pulled away, his mouth followed, desperate to have her again.

His lips clamped around her clit, his tongue diving between her folds, thrusting deep before retreating, only to do it all over again. Meanwhile, his shaft throbbed, hard as a rock.

His tongue focused on her clit, his mouth hot and greedy, his flicking movements quick and merciless.

“Mmh… Ahhnnhhhh…” Ellie’s trembling voice barely slipped past her lips, her body shaking as pleasure consumed her.

Within moments, she shattered, her climax crashing over her. But Sawyer wasn’t done. His tongue slid down, lapping up her release, his hands left those rods and slipped beneath her hips, lifting her, arching her body into him. His tongue plunged inside her, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, his relentless licks making her tremble.

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