Page 129 of Chalk Outline
I instinctively tug at my cuffed hands, wanting to twist them around the sheets or run my fingers through his “I just rolled out of bed” hair.
I suck in my bottom lip, biting back a loud moan that escapes a second later.
His tongue stroking and lips slurping my pussy passionately, round upon round. He takes his precious time. Loving on my oversensitive clit.
I slide on his tongue. My tits bounce, craving the feel of his touch. His hands are still on my hips to keep me from falling.
He hums, and I fucking see stars.
He used to wake me up like that, planted between my legs, mouth playing with my pussy for hours, knowing what I needed and what I liked.
“I hate you for cuffing my hands,” I force the words out, “I want to touch you too.”
He lifts me a little to say, “I should’ve taped your mouth, too,” and then presses me back against him.
Fuck!
“I should’ve tased you when I had the chance.” I try to move away from his mouth, and he chuckles at my willful attempts—the sound has me on the brink of another orgasm.
My screams are ripped from my throat, raw and sensual. I toss my head back and move my hips back and forth over his mouth.
One hand reaches up to pinch my nipple while the other holds me in place.
“Where did you learn to do all of these things? You were always amazing in bed, but you’re even better now,” I tease, already knowing my bookworm better than he knows himself.
I can feel his smile widen against me as he continues to slurp around my clit.
“What would have happened if I thought you were dead and I let another man touch me?” I ask
A sting shoots up my clit and spreads to my core.
“You bit my clit?” I snap, thrashing against the handcuffs. “I’m going to fucking drown you in my cum.”
He does it again, and I pull at the chains from both pleasure and pain.
With a few more suctions, my thighs clamp around him as I come hard. He savors every drop while I ride until I can’t move anymore.
“Yes, choke on it, Reeve,” I moan the words out, and he hums and chuckles against me.
That’s what he does for an hour, playing with my pussy until I come three more times with his name on my lips.
Flipped again, the chain twists with us, keeping me cuffed yet manageable. Beneath him with hooded lids, I see his lips glisten with remnants of me, and I smile.
“You talking shit is probably my favorite part. But don’t mistake it as a kind gesture. I let you because I enjoyed being under your drenched pussy. Talk back at me again, and I will fuck you so hard you lose the ability to walk.”
I know my man is dominating even when he’s sweet and gentle.
He rubs his confined cock against my wet pussy, up and down, enough for me to feel his impossible erection.
“Want this, Baby? Because you’re about to be filled with every inch of me and my new gift to you,” he breathes into my neck and bites my skin.
A long, drawn-out moan escapes me.
“Did anyone touch you?” I ask with a clipped tone.
“Not a damn soul,” he grits out. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” I shoot him my sly grin. “Proceed.”
