Page 83 of Widow's Walk

Grinning, I run my hands up his chest and lean down to kiss him. He’s eager as fuck when he kisses me back. Getting frustrated and coiled tightly. Especially when I pull away.

I chuckle, and it has his nostrils flaring with every sharp inhale. I admire him more. The defined features of his face. While he’s unable to see the way I’m looking at him, I take advantage of it for a little longer.

I reach behind me to grab his cock, then I sit back on it. He jerks at the cuffs and restraints on his ankles in reaction. I lift my hips up and down, watching every single twitch on his face. His mouth bobs open and shut. His head rolls. His breath shallows. More sweat leaks from his pores.

My hands flatten on his hard chest, bracing myself as a wave of desire is about to wash over me. My eyelashes flutter, and I pant, chasing it quickly, but careful not to get him off. I chomp down on my bottom lip and let the wave finally crash, taking me under.

When I come up for air, I open my eyes and still. He’s shaking under me. The veins in his muscles are now popping out as he strains. Not in anger, but in refusal to snap.

“You’ve been a good boy,” I purr. It’s time for him to see everything. I ease my fingers under the blindfold and remove it. When I do, I freeze.

He looks wild. Fucking crazed. I’m almost afraid to uncuff him. My pussy flutters thinking about how savage he’ll go on me.

With a smirk, I pivot my body around, sitting on his chest with my back to him. Bending over, I thrust my ass in his face and he goes completely still. “Bite it,” I command.

He isn’t hesitant to pick his head up to bury his face in it. His chin brushes the raw flesh on my pussy. I spread my cheeks with my hands to assist him, granting him better access.

I gasp and hollow my body when I feel his teeth clamp down on the plug. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. I hiss and moan, rocking only slightly. Enjoying the push and pull of the toy and the way it throbs and burns.

Slowly, I ease forward, all the way until it pops out, and my breath stills. I sit up and look at him over my shoulder. He dropped the plug, and he looks furious now. God, he’s so fucking hot. My hips rock just looking at him with his hair all a mess and his lustful eyes.

“You better sit on my fucking face,” he growls. The animalistic undertone has my pussy clenching and my eyelids sagging.

This is my gig, but I’m too far gone in a desirous haze. My body obeys.

I spin around again because I need to see him. Watch him as I fuck his face until he chokes on my cum.

My thighs hug his head, and I brace myself on the headboard. He tries diving in, but I lift my hips with a smirk. His eyes snap up with a dark look of warning. Biting my lip, I sit.

I cry out instantly, unable to hold anything back. I grind myself on him as his mouth works its ethereal magic. My lower back bends, and my hand dives in his hair to clutch onto a chunk of it. I don’t fucking care if he can breathe or not. I fuck his face until I scream.

He doesn’t let up, and I can’t take it anymore. I sit back on his chest, fighting for air. His full lips are puffy and bright in color as they glisten with the hair around his mouth. He looks good with me on him.

His eyes are endlessly black as he glowers at me, disheveled looking and seconds away from hulking out. The threatening charge sizzles from him, and I tentatively climb off him to grab the key.

I go to his ankles first. My hands are shaking as I release the tethers. When I make my way to the head of the bed, I hesitate. He’s watching me. Daring me to fuck with him right now. But letting him go is like unleashing a starved tiger.

You know you’re the first thing it’ll sink its teeth into.

I unlock one cuff, and he drops his arm, his fist red and angry. I kneel on the bed and lean across him to do the other. As soon as it clicks, he’s on me.

Chapter thirty-eight

Sinclair

He’s fucking insane.

Sex between us is already intense. Cringe-worthy even. Too much for most people to ever bear witness to. But right now, it’s me who’s afraid.

I’m slammed to the mattress by my hips with a grunt and a growl. My eyes go wide, and I can smell myself on him when he covers me with his sweaty body. Then I taste it when he kisses me. Or what is supposed to be a kiss. It’s punishing and bruising. But it doesn’t stop me from kissing him back.

I wrap my arms around him and fist his hair. His massive hands grip my ass and spreads me wide for him. He’s so fucking hard he needs no assistance in finding his way inside of me. He spears into me with a violent thrust. Giving me no time at all to accommodate him, he fucks me with brutality and animosity. As if he fucking hates me.

Yes, fuck me like you hate me, baby.

He props himself up with his arms locked and slams into me with a vicious sneer on his face. Lip curled up and nostrils flaring. My body jolts, and my breath stutters with every penetration. There’s hardly a rhythm to his madness. Just lost to his own craze.

One of my legs is hoisted up over his shoulder. It hits at a new angle, and I cry in raw pleasure. He has me coming so fucking fast, I hardly get to enjoy it. But it leaves a lingering sensation on me and he’s already pushing me up that fucking mountain again.

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