Page 82 of Devil's Tulip

I yank against the handcuffs so harshly, Michael has to lean forward to grab my wrists. “Careful. You’ll hurt yourself,” he says, but his cock drags over my belly, leaving a trail of hot precum, and any remaining logical thought disintegrates.

“Release me, release me.Now!”

Michael doesn’t hesitate this time. He moves towards the nightstand, takes out the keys, and quickly unlocks both cuffs. He tries to massage my wrists, but I slap his hands away?—

And grab his cock.

He stiffens instantly. A guttural groan rips from his throat as he shudders under my touch, but he doesn't stop me as I guide him exactly where I want him. I drag his cock through my slick folds, notch it right at my entrance, and spread my legs wide.

He gnashes his teeth as he watches me, muscles cording in his neck as he grips my hand around his cock. “You want me to fuck you? Beg for it.”

“What?” I blink at him uncomprehendingly. Is he seriously going to tease me again? Now?! When I’m this desperate? I’m so hungry for him, so needy, I can almost feel his hard cock inside me already, my core contracting helplessly around the emptiness.

This is not the time to play with me!

“Beg, Gianna. Beg your husband for his cock. Beg me for my cum.”

“Fucking hell, Michael!” My frustration erupts. “Please, just give it to me already! Give me your fucking cock and your cum and your—yessssss!!”

My entire body curls up as he thrusts into me, the metal of his piercing rolling over my walls so sweetly, so pleasingly, as he sinks in, deep, all in one powerful stroke.

Drool pools at the corner of my mouth as he pulls back slowly, only to slam back in again, forcing a raw, helpless scream from my throat.

He groans my name, his hands clamping onto my hips like he owns me. Then he shifts inside me—and holy fuck, I see stars. I swear, his cock hits so deep, I feel the tip kiss my womb, the cold metal piercing grazing my most sensitive spot.

My hands fly to my hair, clutching mindlessly at the strands, my head thrashing left and right against the pillow as I come again.

His name is the only thing I can say, so I chant it as my brain fucking seems to reset.

And then he’s there with me, yelling my name as he spills inside me—hot, thick ropes of cum filling me up, claiming me completely.

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MICHAEL

I collapse over her, my spine and thighs tingling from the sheer force of my orgasm.Jesus.That was insane. I haven’t cum that fast since I was a randy teenager. Completely lost my fucking grip on my control.

I lift myself off her, suddenly worried my weight might be crushing her delicate frame. Her eyes are closed, those pink lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in ragged pants, a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead.

Mine. All mine.

“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing my knuckles over her cheek.

Her golden eyes flutter open in thin, hazy slits. She stares up at me blankly for a moment, like she’s confused how we got here, and my chest swells with pride, cock twitching inside her.I did that to her.

And then—fuck—her core clenches around me, and I feel myself stir again.

She groans, pressing her hand to my chest. “Are you getting hard again? You’re insatiable.”

I smirk, then lean down to sweep a few damp strands of hair off her forehead. “Insatiable for you,” I murmur, rolling my hipsslowly, just enough for her to feel it, and her fingers dig into the flesh of my chest, a breathy moan spilling from her lips.

“Michael.”

“I know, love.” I pull out of her with reluctance, and my gaze locks onto our mixed pleasure slowly leaking out of her pink sheath. My brain stalls at the sight.Wrong. That shouldn’t be wasted. That belongs inside her.

Without thinking about it, I place three fingers against the inside of her thigh and drag them up, gathering our cum—then push it right back into her. She gasps, her hands slapping against the sheets, her core trapping my fingers in its tight heat.

I grab one of the pillows and pat her hip. “Up.” When she lifts herself, I slide it beneath her, tilting her pelvis upward. “There.”

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