Page 43 of Holidate Pursuit

“What if I can’t?”

“I won’t do anything I don’t think you can take. You’ll be okay, I promise. And you can tell me to stop anytime if it’s too much.”

“Then, yes, I’m ready.”

“Good girl.”

I place the sleeping mask over her eyes, then place a scarf over it, tying it around her head securely to ensure she can’t see.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“WHAT? You can’t just leave me here. Where are you going?” There’s a note of panic in her voice.

“Shhh. It’s okay. You’re safe.” I kiss her lips and circle her gorgeous nipple with my finger, making her moan. She bucks her pelvis as much as she can with her legs stretched wide.

“I think next time, I’ll need a strap around the bed to secure your hips,” I say, amused.

“Justinnn,” she wines as I pull away.

Leaving her whimpering, I head to the kitchen and grab a bowl of ice and glass of wine. When I return to the bedroom, I pause, taking a moment to admire the beauty laid out before me. She’s stunning. Her body is a work of art. The fact that she’s mine and tied up at my mercy makes me want to say fuck it and sink my cock deep inside her where it belongs. But tonight is for her pleasure as much as mine. We’ll both be satisfied by the time I’m through with her.

Lucy

The sound of Justin’s footsteps gives away his return, but they stop halfway to the bed. I listen for more, hearing nothing. My core is throbbing, and I feel my wetness dripping onto the sheets beneath me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I’m getting impatient for what’s next.

“Justin, what are you doing?” I know he’s there.

“Admiring the view, my dear. Do you know how beautiful you are, all splayed out for me and at my mercy? I can see your pussy glistening with tears from here.”

“Stop staring and get over here, or I’ll be the one crying.”

“Fuck, baby, don’t tempt me. What I wouldn’t do to see you weep for my cock. You’re lucky I’m just as worked up, or I might have brought you there.”

He moves closer, pausing near the bed. The sound of glass being set on the nightstand is distinct. A few seconds later, his lips graze my nipple, causing me to gasp in surprise. But nothing compares to the hiss I release at the shock of cold when he opens his mouth.

I pull on my restraints as Justin’s mouth moves around my breast, letting the ice melt along the way. His hand fondles the other while he concentrates with the ice around my nipple, almost to the point of burning, before sucking it into his mouth and flicking my tight bud with his tongue. I cry out in ecstasy right before he releases it with a pop.

“How are you doing so far? You want more?”

“Yes. More, please,” I beg, making him chuckle.

There’s a brief silence before a cool liquid lands between my breasts, drops continuing steadily downward. When they reach my clit, I squeal. Fuck. I need him to touch me already. I’m desperate for release at this point.

I hear the glass being set on the table seconds before Justin’s tongue begins to lap up the liquid.

“Mmm. You taste so good, baby. Nothing like a little wine to make you even more delicious. I can’t wait to drink it from your pussy.”

Oh fuck. He’s killing me right now. I’m going to die of sexual frustration.

The sound of ice clinking catches my attention, and I figure he’ll give my other nipple the same treatment. Instead, my hips jolt from the ice being pressed between my legs, while his lips light me on fire. Oh, for all that’s holy.

“Oh my God, Justin. Ahh, please, please. I need it sooo bad.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby, you’re going to get it.”

The ice travels further south, and when it reaches my entrance, he pushes it inside with his tongue, causing me to squirm. Then he licks slowly up to my clit and flicks it before he’s gone, leaving me a whimpering mess.

“All right, are you ready to have some fun?”

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