Page 14 of Morally Grey

I slide off his lap and lie on my back again. He turns onto his side and looks down at me.

“What are you doing?” he asks. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

“No, the deal was that you would make me come. Chop, chop!” I spread my legs. “You have a lot of work ahead of you.”

He scoffs. “Bring that pussy over here where my mouth is. I’ll have your thighs quivering in no time.”

I smirk and clamber over him so I can straddle his chest. I use the chain as leverage as I climb up his body until my knees fall on either side of his head. I don’t take off my shorts, though. I don’t want him to see the scars my ex left on my ass. Instead, I pull the crotch of my shorts aside, and he gets right to work on my slit. His warm tongue spreads my lips and finds my clit as his hands hook around my thighs.

“Sit on my face, little psycho,” he growls, and the vibration rumbles against me.

I spasm with each syllable, wrapping the chain around my hand and tugging. It lifts the collar around his neck and only once he takes a few heavy breaths do I realize I’m choking him.

Well, this is a fun little surprise.

I squeeze off his air, and despite the lack of oxygen, he continues devouring me. “You want air, Grey? You want to breathe?”

He nods, moving everything against me as he does.

“Then make me come.”

I don’tactuallywant to kill the guy, so I release the tension on the chain and let him gasp a few times before I tighten it again. He’s really putting a lot of trust in his kidnapper. Either way, I ride his breathless mouth and tongue until my thighs quiver, just as he assured me they would. I release the chain, and his warm breath bathes my clit. When I pull the chain once more, I focus on the warm wetness of his mouth as he eats me.

He slaps my thigh, and I release the chain.

“What?”

“You aren’t sitting hard enough. I don’t want to breathe when you release that chain. Fucking sit on my face.”

If he wants to die buried in my pussy, who am I to deny his dying wish?

So I do it. I press all of my weight onto his face and grip the chain again. Now I’m certain he can’t even gasp without a mouthful of my flesh.

I put my other hand on the headboard and ride his mouth and tongue until I see stars behind my eyelids. Inhuman screams leave my body as he makes me come on his face. Even as he smacks my thigh to let me know he’s suffocating, I can’t stop this orgasm he started. My knuckles whiten as I squeeze the headboard, and the chain wrapped around my hand begins to pinch my flesh. My entire body tenses before relaxing in the most surreal way I’ve never felt.

Then I realize he’s digging his nails into my thighs.

“Oh, sorry!” I say as I unwrap the chain and lean back so he can breathe.

“There’s worse . . . ways to go . . . I guess,” he says through gasps of air.

I climb down his body and put my hand on his cock. He’s hard, but the moment I try to pull his sweatpants down, hisdick deflates in front of me. Well, that does nothing for my self-esteem.

“Briar,” he whispers. “It’s not you.”

It sure the fuck isn’t, and I think I know what might help him. “I have an idea.”

I pull myself off his lap and run to grab a candle. After placing it on the bedside table, I light it and smile as the room is bathed in a yellow glow. I reach between the bed and the table and feel for what he needs. My fingers grip the soft material, and I pull it into the light.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Your mask.”

“Do I even want to know why my mask is beside your bed?”

Not one to hide my sexual secrets, I tell him. “I’ve been masturbating with it.”

He just stares at me, then says, “So how will it help me?”

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