Page 62 of Wickedly Played
He slaps my ass cheek again and then pulls out of me. I whimper from the loss of contact until he’s flipping me over. His deft fingers untie the rope around my ankles, gently rubbing them to bring life back into them. It happens quickly. One minute, I’m staring at him from underneath him, and the next, he’s lying next to me, and then I’m straddling him.
“I’ve been wanting to see those gorgeous tits of yours bounce while you ride me, baby.”
I swivel my hips against him to suck him deeper inside of me. My bound hands rest on his chest, and I ride him like I have never ridden anyone else before. The fact that it feels so easy to be in this role with him isn’t lost on me. I’m used to being in control. I’m used to being the one who calls the shots during sex.
But I love handing him the reins.
“You feel so fucking good,” I hiss. He bucks up on the balls of his feet to meet my thrusts from the bottom.
“Just because you’re on top of me, sweetness, doesn’t mean I’m your bottom. Give me the control. Let me make your body feel good.”
“You are,” I promise. “I have never felt so full in my life.”
All you can hear echoing through my room are the sounds of our moans, groans, and bodies slapping together.
“Your pussy is so greedy for my dick. Eyes on me. I want to see your eyes glaze over with pleasure.”
My eyes snap up to him. I grind myself against his hard pubic bone to feel the friction needed to let go. I should feel greedy for already coming twice, and I’m about to go again. But he feels so good. Max is a walking sex god.
“I’m not agod, baby. I’m me,” he groans out.
Damn. I didn’t know I said that out loud.
“I’m going to come again. Please!” I shout. My body is coiled tight with the red-hot pleasure shooting through me.
“No! Don’t come yet.” His voice sounds like he is possessed. “I’m not ready for you to finish. Fuck.”
“I can’t help it!” I cry out.
Quickly, he rolls us so I’m on my back beneath him. His fingers make quick work of untying the binding around my wrists. I wrap my free arms around his neck to bring him closer to me. Once my legs are wrapped around his waist, I thrust my hips up to get him to slide back deeper.
“Max, you feel so good. Please tell me we can do this again.”
His lips attach to mine, our tongues doing an erotic dance together. Max grabs my hands around his neck to intertwine our fingers together above my head. This move makes everything feel more intimate. I feel cherished by this move.
I never want this feeling to end.
“Please let me come,” I beg.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” he commands against my lips. “Squeeze me with this tight pussy so I come with you. Fuck, baby.”
My eyes bore into his as my orgasm charges through me. The hot coils I mentioned earlier are seething within me. My body shivers, shakes, and combusts under him. I feel him following behind me.
I’m panting beneath him as he collapses on top of me with a thud. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever, Serena,” he murmurs against my lips.
“How soon can we do it again?”
He groans before dropping a little kiss on my lips. “I meant it, you know.”
“Meant what?” I ask. I’m not trying to be cheeky. I’m too much on a love high right now to process words.
“You’re mine.”
For how long?I want to ask. “As long as you’re mine, too.”
“I’ve been yours for a lot longer than I care to admit,” he reveals.
There’s a knock downstairs, and then the doorbell rings through the whole house.
