Page 76 of Fool Me Once

“I’ll give you anything you want, doll,” I breathe out as my cock twitches uncontrollably in my jeans. “I’m ready.”

Her finger drags up my chin and grazes my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to see what this mouth can do.”

She smirks, taking a few steps back, stepping into the kitchen. She opens a drawer, and when she pulls out one of my game-day ties, I know she put it there when she checked in to this room earlier.

“This is my boyfriend’s tie, but he usually wears it around his neck. But not you. You’re going to wear it around your wrists while you’re tied to the bed.” She rubs the fabric between her fingers. “That way, you can’t move. So, your mouth and your dick will be mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with them. All for my own pleasure and not yours.”

My mouth fucking hangs open. I’ve known Gemma Jones a long-ass time, and I’ve never seen this side of her. I’m eating it up though because, holy fuck, I’m so turned on that I can hardly see straight.

“What are you waiting for? Time’s ticking,” she growls, waving her hand toward me. “Strip. Now. I’ll be out in a minute, and when I come back out … you’d better be on that bed with your cock hard and ready for me.”

“Yes, beautiful,” I say before she disappears into the bathroom.

Like the complete goner that I am, within seconds, I’m rushing to the bedroom, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them and my briefs off before tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor. With my cockstanding straight out in front of me, veins bulging, I head straight to the bed and lie on my back and wait impatiently for her to come out.

A few minutes later, she struts into the bedroom. Her high heels and wig are still on, but her dress is gone, revealing a strappy black bra and a pair of matching crotchless panties. My tie is now slung around her neck, hanging over her perky tits, and suddenly, I’m jealous of a piece of fabric.

My dick jumps as I drink her in, and I worry I might actually drown in my own fucking drool because she’s so fucking hot.

Walking around the edge of the bed, she runs her hand over the comforter.

I’ve seen Gemma in a lot of different situations, but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her this free, and I love that I can play a small part in helping her get back some control.

“Should I ride your mouth first? Or maybe cut to the chase and climb aboard your aching cock and ride until I make myself come?” Her hand drags up my thigh, and her finger grazes the length of my cock. “I think I’ll go with choice number one. You’re looking a little hungry.”

I don’t talk dirty to her like I normally would—even though it’s killing me not to. This isn’t for me; it’s for her. Every word I might say would only take a little control away from her. She’s my master, and I’m at her mercy right now.

“Answer me, baby boy.” She tilts her head up bravely before pulling the tie from around her neck. “Tell me, do you want me to tie you up?”

“Yes, please,” I choke out, watching a few drops of pre-cum drip from my cock.

Gazing down at my length, she reaches her hand out and drags her finger across the tip. Bringing it to her plump red lips, she sucks her finger into her mouth.

“Already dripping for me, Number Eight?” Her voice is husky. She licks her lips and jerks her chin toward the headboard. “Hold those wrists up. It’s time for you to show me how well you can work that tongue.”

I hold my wrists up to the center of the headboard, and she doesn’t waste a single second before climbing on top of me, her bare pussy on my chest as she secures the tie to my wrists before fastening it around one of the slats.

“Look at you,” she whispers, running her thumb across my cheek. “So eager to taste this pussy.”

She swings her legs and spins around. Her pussy is right under my neck, and heat explodes from her body, warming my entire chest.

“If you show me what that mouth of yours can do, I’ll return the favor.” She leans forward, pushing her pussy against my chin and dragging her tongue over the tip of my dick before pulling back once more. “Do we have a deal? Lick my pussy real good, and I’ll suck your fat cock?”

“Yes,” I murmur quickly.

She moves until her pretty pussy is right on my lips, where it belongs.

“Go on.” The words float from her lips so confidently. “Lick.”

With my eyes on her back, I drive my tongue out of sight and deep into her heat. I love every version of this woman, but I’m so proud of this particular one.

“Good boy, Smith,” she coos, rocking her hips subtly against my face. “Using that tongue like it was made just for this pussy.”

More pre-cum spills from my cock, and between having my tongue buried between her thighs, her ass spread above my face, and her talking me through the entire thing, I’ll have a mess all over this bed in a few minutes because I’ll likely come before she actually touches me.

She cranes her neck to look back at me and wraps her hand around my cock and gives it a few strokes before sliding it to my tip, gathering a bit of pre-cum on her fingers. When she drags her hand over her neck, I groan loudly against her pussy before dragging my tongue over her clit and drawing a circle against it.

A small moan bubbles from her, but she tries to fight it off.

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