Page 81 of Devil's Tulip

Then he slowly drags his mouth down my body.

A warm breath fans over my belly, making me shudder, goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

He goes lower, dipping his tongue into my belly button. Another shudder rips through me, and I moan, yanking at my restraints like I’ll magically break free. But the cold steel bites into my wrists, a sharp reminder of just how trapped I am. Groaning in frustration, I close my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms.

His fingers graze my hips, then curl into the waistband of my panties. With agonizing slowness, he drags them down my legs, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter until I’m practically vibrating beneath him.

“Michael,” I whine, and the bastard has the nerve to wink up at me before lifting the crotch of my panties to his nostrils.

His eyes go dark, heavy-lidded. Then they flutter shut entirely, his shoulders shaking as a deep, satisfied rumble leaves him.

Holy shit.

I stare, spellbound, my lips parting. Heat flares between my legs, and I instinctively press my thighs together, rubbing against my needy clit for some relief.

His eyes snap open. “Oh no, you don’t,” he warns as he pockets my panties like some kind of filthy prize. Crawling up my body, he spreads open my legs and skims a hand over my cunt. “So pretty.” He parts my slick folds. “So mine.” A single finger teases at my entrance.

I buck against him, aching to have him inside me.

But he doesn’t give me what I want.

Instead, he drags that finger up to my clit, and I stiffen with anticipation—only for him to circle around the bud without any real pressure, taunting me cruelly. “Michael.” Frustrated tears leak out of my eyes, and he frowns at them, leaning forward to lick them off my face. It’s so intimate, so unexpected, my heart stutters at how close he is.

I want to run my thumb over his piercings.God, I need to. “Let me out of these handcuffs,” I groan, voice deep and guttural.

“Not yet,” he answers and crawls back down my body.

“Fucking hell, Michael. Are you trying to punish me for some—aghhhh!” I buck so hard, my back leaves the bed, my wrists digging into my cuffs as he suddenlyFrench kissesmy cunt, tongue swirling around my hole, teeth grazing my clit.

And then he goes in, devouring me with a hunger that sets my nerves on fire. My breath stutters and a long string of incoherent words leave my mouth as my entire being is filled with pleasure, so much pleasure I can barely stand it.

Then—fuck—he eases back a bit, just enough to wrap his lips around my clit, right as two fingers plunge into me.

My brain short-circuits, my vision darkening, while my throat grows hoarse from how loud and long I scream.

Sweat dribbles down my back, cum dripping from me as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. But Michael doesn’t let a single drop go to waste. He laps it all up, drawing out my climax, making me feel every pulse, every exquisite second of it.

I think I pass out for a moment because when I come to, he’s kneeling between my legs, his pants magically gone as he plays with his cock, the metal of his piercing glistening temptingly.

I lick my lips.

Even after coming so hard, it’s not enough. It’s never enough with him. I want more. I wanthim.

I part my thighs invitingly, and his breath hitches. He inches closer, the hot flesh of his cock grazing my thighs sending me into a spiral.

Then he presses it against my clit, slapping the tip against the sensitive nub, once, twice.

“Michael, Michael, Michael,” I chant his name, shifting my hips, rotating them as I try to get his cock right where I want it.

But then he stills.

“No condom, love. Are you going to deny me again?” His eyes are dark and daring as he stares at me.

Condom?

Somewhere in the haze of my lust-clouded brain, I know what he just mentioned is something important and the reason we didn’t have sex last time. But right now, I can’t figure out why it matters, and honestly, I don’t give a single fuck.

So what if he comes inside me? I want it. I want to feel it so bad.Consequences be damned.

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