Page 40 of Wild Horses

“Anywhere I can’t touch you?”

She writhes and lets out a whimper. “No.”

“If you want me to stop for any reason?—”

“I’ll tell you. I promise.”

With a smirk, I drag her arms above her head, crossing them at the wrist. “Keep these here. Understand?”

Her nose crinkles when she huffs.

“Laramie, answer me.” I roll my hips, pressing my weight against the cradle of her pelvis. The gasp of air she sucks in tells me I’m hitting all the right spots.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart? I want to give you so much more, but I can’t. Not until you promise you can followmydirections.”

“Yes.”

“So close. Yes what?”

She smiles, though it’s more of a threat. “Yes, sir, I’ll keep my arms above my head.” Then, she adds, “For now.”

I bark out a laugh and plunder her lips with mine. “I’ll take it.”

My fingers walk her body. Anywhere I can touch, I do. Her hair, her ribs, her hips, her thighs. Meanwhile, my lips sweep along her jaw, then to the delicate pulse point in her neck. I can all but taste her heart picking up speed. My mouth travels lower, across her collarbone, before I grin into her sternum, my teeth snapping at the thin skin in the valley between her breasts. When her hands tangle in my hair, trying to guide my path, I snake a hand between our bodies and give her a quick spank right over her clit.

The resounding moan is music to my ears. “Keep those hands where I put them.”

She smiles at me, a cheeky little thing. “I need another reminder, sir.”

Topping from the bottom. Muffling my amusement, I ignore her request. “You’ll get what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less.” I shift my weight so she’s more securely pinned beneath me. “It may be so many orgasms you beg for me to stop—your limbs shaking, your body exhausted in pleasure.” She squirms, her hips and chest pressing upward, only to meet the wall of my body. With a dark chuckle, I continue. “Or it may be hours of teasing. Until you’re so desperate, a warm breath on your pussy is enough to send you careening over the edge.”

I suck on her nipple, worrying the nub until it pebbles against my tongue. “Tell me why you left.”

She freezes beneath me.

I graze my teeth over her nipple, biting down when she stays silent. “Laramie, why did you leave?”

“I, um, I don’t know.”

Tsking, I rise from the bed. The weight of Laramie’s eyes on me as I stride across the room.

“War?”

Not answering, I pull out the vibrating butt plug and lube.

Her eyebrows shoot up when she sees what I have. “Where did you… how did… what?”

“I found your secret stash while you were showering. Thought you might need some extra persuasion to answer questions.”

“War, I’m sorry. I made a mis?—“

“Shhh, sweetheart. I’m not mad. I just want answers. Honest ones. And this seems like the best way to get them while also wringing pleasure from you. Now, turn around.”

I leave no room for argument, though I’d never make her do something she didn’t want to. If she hesitates at all, this ends. But Laramie does as I command, twisting to her hands and knees, her ass and pink pussy on display for me.

“You’re so gorgeous.” I slide my cock between her lower lips, letting the head bump against her clit. While I tease her, I place a generous drop of lube in between her cheeks.

Her cute little asshole clenches, and she pushes into my touch. I start with one finger, teasing around her pucker. When she’s taking it well, I add a second.

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