Page 33 of Cupid's Shot

“A tie.”

“Oh?” I breathe, surprised and definitely turned on.

“Give me your wrists.”

Yes, sir.I extend my hands, fucking giddy about whatever he has in mind.

“I’m feeling creative,” he says, tying my wrists together.

“Are you?” I raise my brow.

“Lay on your back,” he commands, grabbing the whipped cream.

To say I’m smirking is an understatement as I shimmy into a comfortable position on my back. Staring up at him, my buff fucking cherub, I love this unfolding fantasy. He shakes the can, and I bite my lip, my eyes darting from one of his muscles to another.

Aaron lifts my hands above my head. “Keep them there.” His hand slowly trails down my arm, to my chest and then to my stomach.

“Or what?” I sass.

He sprays my neck, and I flinch at how cool it feels.

“Sarah,” he breathes, shaking his head. “Do you play like this? Do you know what you’re taunting?”

I laugh, nervous. “I’m punching above my weight class, I’m learning.”

“Mmm,” he responds, straddling me, not disagreeing.

Aaron Fucking Olson.So many surprises.

His tongue slowly and very deliberately licks the cream off my neck. Then he sprays my chest, slowly dragging his tongue to take all of it. His body scoots down before he sprays my lower stomach. Holding eye contact with me, he licks it, his tongue all the way out. What a fucking tongue … long and thick.

“Aaron,” I pant, so ready for that tongue to continue south.

“Lift your hips,” he says, pulling down my underwear and putting it in his back pocket.

“Hey!”

“These are mine now.”

“Such a thief!”

He chuckles then sprays the top of my pussy. I audibly breathe as he licks it off. Spraying my slit, I squirm before his tongue slowly licks and stays in place between my legs.

“Aaron,” I breathe as his tongue teases.

Diligent. Detail oriented. Commanding. Adventurous.He likes to please.So many points for Aaron Olson. My first townie.My last townie?I wonder before that fucking tongue takes all of my attention.

“Just like that,” I pant.

It’s Valentine’s Day, and a sexy ass angel is between my legs.Role play.This is something I need to do more … a lot more, especially with Aaron.

“Aaron!” I moan, becoming overwhelmed at the way his tongue is going at me. His fingers hold me in place, not letting me squirm. He moves his hand to my low stomach, applying gentle pressure. “Fuck!” I whine. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“These noises. Keep making them,” he says, muffled between my thighs.

Part of me wants to play with his hair, but what would happen if I disobeyed him? I’m getting the growing feeling that his kink level is off the fucking charts.

Fuck it.I get a hold of the can with my tied hands and squirt a line up my stomach. The noise makes his eyes look up at me. They’re hungry, and he licks all of it up before he’s hovering over me.

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