Page 75 of Saddled in Secrets
“Don’t act cute.” Her finger wags at me. “You owe me a solid dicking.”
“Or what?”
Bianca’s nostrils flare as if fire is spewing out. “This could be considered a betrayal. Awful soon to be going back on your word.”
Laughter brews in my gut. Damn, I love when she gets riled up. This feisty version is almost as enticing as her submissive side. Eh, who am I kidding? I’m obsessed with every variation of this woman.
Which is why I still don’t budge. It might piss her off, but I’m not backing down.
Unfortunately for me and my resistance, her naked body is still on full display. My gaze roams freely while I fight the instinct to claim her as mine. She’s still not ready. That doesn’t stop me from appreciating our progress.
There’s a flush covering her chest, looping up her slender throat like a collar. The urge to place my hand there and feel her pulse leap beneath my touch inches me forward. Bianca forces out a harsh exhale, which lowers my gaze. Her tits tremble from her labored breathing. Mine races to match as I force my feet to remain planted on the floor.
My cock throbs painfully. I’ll need to relieve the pressure soon or I won’t be able to focus on fulfilling her needs. As if listening to my meal plan, Bianca scoots higher on the bed. That subtle shift draws my attention between her splayed legs. The delicate skin on her inner thighs is slightly chafed from my stubble. Fuck, she wears a brand from me. That plunges irrational satisfaction into my veins and fills me with the demand to take her.
The temptation is strong, especially with the taste of her pussy on my lips. I’m already craving another dose of her tangy honey. It’s maddening. I snap the two hair ties on my wrist, but it only fans the flames. The sting is similar to when I lightly spank her ass.
Whatever expression Bianca catches on my face has her grinning like a pampered princess about to get her way. I’m weak and she can see straight through the cracks. She props herself against the headboard, crooking a finger at me to come-hither.
“Take off your pants, Stalker.” The seductress motions to my belt buckle. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
I shake my head, not trusting my voice or my fraying control.
Her confidence wavers and she tucks herself into a defensive position. “Why don’t you want to have sex? I thought that’s why we came up here. Now you’re giving me a complex.”
The fact that she’s hiding herself from me is a punch to the gut, but I won’t be swayed. “I want to make love. You’re not ready for that.”
Bianca flinches and curls her body into a tighter ball. “Gosh, I feel like a sleazy asshole.”
Every muscle in my body screams to shield her from the hurt I’m causing. “Furthest thing from it. You’re everything to me, Princess. That’s why I’m holding off on surrendering completely. I’m fucked either way, but I’d prefer if we’re screwed together.”
Her smile is almost shy. “That makes your kinky ultimatum sound very explicit.”
“Am I worth the wait?” The vulnerable edge in my tone is reserved solely for her.
“Obviously.” Bianca sighs, resting her chin on her bent knee. “Are you gonna put out after our first date?”
“If you’re at least halfway in love with me.”
Her eyes narrow as if she’s about to argue. But then the tension bleeds from her features. “Okay, fine. I’ll stop pressuring you to have sexual intercourse.”
That choice of phrasing alerts my sixth sense. I know better than to accept an easy surrender from her. “What’s the catch?”
“You let me return the favor. Tit for tat and all that.” Bianca swings her legs off the bed and stands to face me. “It’s betrayal tax.”
I get lightheaded at the fantasy alone. “You’re offering to give me a blowjob?”
“I like doing it, but only to you,” she repeats my words back to me.
Her toned legs stalk toward me like I’m her prey. It’s a title I’ll gladly boast about. My attention is riveted on the unique shape of her torso. That sharp angle on her right side digs in deeper when she swings her hips. The left juts out like a stubborn streak. I’m lured into a trance by her quirky curves. All. Fucking. Mine. It’s a miracle that I stand my ground as she kneels in front of me.
“You’ve planned so much for me, right down to a plastic sheet to protect our new mattress.” Bianca palms the bulge straining against faded denim. “You deserve a reward.”
That slight friction hardens my dick into steel. I can already feel precum leaking out. There’s no time to waste. My hands tremble as I go to unbuckle my belt.
She taps my fingers. “Nah-uh. That’s my job.”
And she doesn’t hesitate to get to work. My jeans are unzipped and hanging slack around my thighs before I can argue. Not that another protest would dare to sneak past me at this point. I’m frozen, struck motionless by the sight of her tugging down my boxer briefs to gain unrestricted access to my cock. A tremor shoots through my legs and I sway slightly.
