Page 92 of Pucking Tangled
“You’re huge.”
He didn’t need her to tell him that. That wasn’t confidence talking, either. He was well aware that he was the biggest out of the four of them. Not that he spent a lot of time looking at everyone else’s dicks.
“Need a minute?” He raised a brow.
“No.”
“I knew you could handle it, Mia.”
He began moving his hips, pounding into her. His hand went around her throat, gently pressing on the sides just below her jaw. Mia’s eyes widened with a look of panic.
“You’re safe. Trust me. If it’s too much, tap my arm twice and I promise I’ll let go.”
“Okay,” she replied with a shaky breath.
“That’s my dirty girl.”
She looked so goddamn sexy with his hand around her throat and her tits bouncing with every thrust. Better than he could have ever imagined. And he damn sure had imagined their time together a lot.
Letting go of all of his inhibitions and pent-up sexual tension, Waylon fucked Mia hard. With an unbridled passion that he couldn't contain.
And when he felt her pussy clamp down around him, he released his grip on her neck and watched her soar.
Her horse moans and his name tumbling off her lips when she came made his cock even harder.
He quickly pulled out and tore off the condom. Fisting his cock, he grunted as his release splashed onto her stomach and her chest in long ropes that felt like they’d never stop.
He thought her wild eyes and freshly fucked smirk drove him wild, but when she ran herfingers through the mess he made and brought them to her lips and sucked his release into her mouth like it was a world-class dessert, he knew he was a fucking goner.
Something about the way she looked at him with such hunger told him that underneath it all, this woman would match all of his kinks.
He needed a minute, but he was far from done with her now that he’d finally gotten a taste of his own.
THIRTY-THREE
Mia
“Do you own a ball gag?”Mia asked with a smirk.
Waylon propped his head up on his hand and glared at her in amusement. “That’swhat you want to know? You let me choke you, you licked my cum clean from your fingers, and now you want to know if I have a ball gag? Go big or go home, I guess.”
He wasn’t wrong.
The hand necklace was quite the surprise. The orgasm that followed? Beyond intense.
And feeling his hot cum squirting all over her skin? Sexy as fuck.
Mia laughed. “It’s your own fault. I’m delirious from all the sex. Besides,youbrought it up weeks ago.”
“Uhm. No. That wasyou, Minx. You threatened to stuff a ball gag inmymouth.”
She tapped a finger on her chin. “Hmm. I guess I did. Didn’t I?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. You did.”
“That still doesn’t answer the question,” she challenged.
“No,” Waylon shook his head. “I don’t own a ball gag. But I’ll buy one now if you’re into it.”
