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“I… fuck,” he stammers as I take him in my mouth again. “It’s so good, Audrey. It feels so good.” I moan around him, bobbing my head and taking him as deep as I can. I guess I’m doing a good job, because after that, he only moans and whimpers for a few minutes, until his hips start thrusting to meet my movements.
I stop and pull away and he swears. I crawl out from under the desk as he pants heavily in his chair. I straddle his lap, cup his head in my hands, and kiss him as hard as I can.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur, grinding my soaking cunt against him. “I need your cock.”
His hands are clumsy when he grasps himself with one hand and my hip with the other. I love the way he touches the parts of my body I don’t always love. The way it feels for his fingers to dig into the dimples and stretch marks and softness of my body. Theway it feels like not only can he handle all of me, but he delights in it.
Ren notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and I slowly sink down until I’m taking all of him. He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply like he wants to commit the smell of our sex to memory. His hands roam my back, hips, and thighs, and I cover them, trying to restrain them behind his back. I’m inspired by an audio Sky did earlier this year, but unfortunately, it’s a much more difficult task than I expected.
The brown leather belt he keeps with the rest of his props catches my eye, and I lean back to grab it. When I make eye contact with him, his eyes are wide and glistening with excitement. He gently squeezes my hips before putting his hands behind his back, like he can read my mind. I reach around him, looping the belt around his wrists to secure them between his back and the chair.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, slipping my index finger between the belt and his hand.
He wraps his hand around my finger and squeezes gently. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I nod and move my hips in a circle, testing the waters. The water is just fine apparently, because Ren’s eyes flutter closed when I clench around him. “Fuck. You feel so good, sweetheart.”
I slowly lift my hips up until only the head of his cock is still inside me.
“Audrey,” he whimpers. “Please, sweetheart. Please.”
“Please what?” I tease. “Please stop? Please get me some water? Please untie my hands? Pleasewhat, Lorenzo?”
“Please ride my cock, hard. I need you. I need this pussy. Use me to make yourself come.” God, I almost come right then from the pure need in his voice. “Please…”
I drop my hips, enveloping him once more. Our mutual moans of pleasure make a beautiful duet, and I do exactly what he begged me to do. I ride him, hard.
I loosen my arms around his neck and lean back, snaking one hand down my breasts and belly until I find my clit, swollen and sensitive and aching.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants. “Touch your clit. Please, I need you to come again.”
He sucks at my neck as I frantically rub my clit, internally begging my body to let me have this, let me have what he’s giving me.
“Please, please, please.” It takes me a minute to realize I’m the one chanting this time, that I’m begging my body to work the way I so want it to.
It’s fast and unexpected when my orgasm comes, like a single firework exploding in the sky instead of steady, continuous explosions. I cry out his name, slumping against his chest as I clench around him, triggering his own orgasm.
For a few moments, the only sounds are our heavy breaths and the heartbeat I can clearly hear with the side of my face pressed against his chest.
“Sweetheart? I don’t want to interrupt but I need you to free my hands. I really, really need to hold you right now.” Ren’s voice is pained, like it’s causing him physical harm not to have his hands on me. Considering what he told me about his need for aftercare our first night, that very well may be the case.
“Oh!” I exclaim. “Right. Yes.” I reach around him and unfasten the belt. He pulls his hands free quickly, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me to him. Like he’s a plant and I’m the sun keeping him alive. I kiss the top of his head.
“I love you,” he breathes, words slurred, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the fact his face is buried in my neck or because of his hazy afterglow.
“I love you too, pretty boy.” My voice is teasing, but I know he feels how true it is, too.
Chapter 41
Audrey
Playlist: The Bones - with Hozier | Maren Morris, Hozier
The next morning, I drool as Ren gets ready for work. I don’t think we went more than three hours sleeping before one of us woke the other, needy and feral.
It was fun, but now I want to stay in bed and see how desperate I can make him. I mean, this man is standing in front of a mirror, whistling theBlueytheme song while tying a neon pink tie with swirling music notes around his neck.
My ovaries are losing their shit, and I think I get the breeding kink thing.
