Page 115 of Cuffed By Love

I look down at Mira, her lips swollen, face flushed, and she’s panting. I take her hand and lift her up to her feet. “Give me those lips.” I dip my head and kiss her slow and deep, sucking her tongue and tasting myself fired me up all over again. I pull away from the kiss, leaving her in a stupor. She whimpers in protest when I spin her, so her back is pressed against my chest. I unzip her dress and slide it down her body while kissing her neck. “You’re something else; you know that.” I breathe in her ear. “With the exception of last night, I’ve not come that hard in a very long time. Now, it’s my turn.”

Mira groans, arching up into my touch when I unhook her bra, cup her breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers. Using my tie, I bind her hands together behind her back. “Is this okay?” I ask, nipping at her ear.

“Yes.”

“If at any point it gets too much for you to handle, you tell me to stop, and I will, okay?” Mira nods, licking her lips. I walk her back toward the bed, lift her into my arms and drop her on the bed, face down. I pull her hips up, so she’s on her knees, her face down on the mattress. I grab handfuls of her arse and squeeze till I hear her hiss and groan. I can already see her wetness. I run a finger through her folds, and she moans. I replace my finger with my mouth, spread her pussy lips, and eat her out till she’s a quivering mess. “I can’t get enough of you.” I groan, sliding a finger inside her ever-tightening, greedy pussy. She swallows my finger up and grinds her hips back, fucking my finger. “So eager and hungry, baby. That’s it, fuck my finger.” I add a second finger and rub against her g-spot. She cries out at the intrusion but recovers and rocks her hips again urgently.

“Do you want my cock?” Mira mewls and nods. “Say it; I want to hear you.”

“I want your cock, Dev. Fuck me.” I smile wildly, give her clit one last suck, and Mira whimpers. “Oh, God.”

I grab hold of her waist with one hand and rub my cock over and through her slick folds, paying extra attention to her gorgeously swollen pearl. I bite my lip and tease her with my dick, rubbing the head over her clit torturously. I’m so hot and ready for her already; my dick is oozing, sheen pre-cum mixing with her honey. I wonder what we taste like together. I dip my head to have a taste and moan. Taste’s un-fucking-real. “Dev, please.” Mira purrs, looking back at me over her shoulder. My body responds to her call perilously.

I grab her hips and feed my cock into her snug wetness. “Ohhhh.” My eyes roll to the back of my head when she clamps around me.

“Fuck, Devin…” Mira moans loudly as I push in to the hilt, filling her completely, stretching her out to accommodate me. I still, caressing her firm bum, waiting for her to get comfortable enough that she rocks and grinds against me. And sure enough, she does, so I thrust with long slow thrusts and building too hard and deep. I pull Mira’s hips back as I drive into her with short, punishing thrusts, my hips slapping against her arse, my full and aching balls soaked with her juices. The harder I fuck her, the wetter she’s getting, the louder she screams, the firmer my cock is getting. “Dev!” Mira cries out, panting.

“Oh, you’re going to come for me. I can feel your tight little pussy getting ready to explode all over me. Come on, baby, I’m so close, come for me again, come with me.” A couple more ravaging thrusts, and we both go soaring over the edge. Not giving a fuck who hears. I scream her name as I fill her up with my cum, and she screams mine, milking my dick for every last drop.

I untie Mira, and we collapse onto the bed, drenched in sweat, in a heap of arms and legs, gasping for air to fill our deprived lungs. I open my eyes to look at Mira lying on her front; she looks well and truly fucked out. “Psst.” Mira opens one eye and looks at me. “You alive?”

A gorgeous smile spreads across her face, and she nods, “Just about.” She sighs. I scoot closer to her, raking my fingers up and down her back.

“You’re a bad influence. We’re supposed to be at the conference; that’s why we're here.” She asserts, shivering when I trace my finger up and down her spine, causing goosebumps to break out all over her skin.

“We’ll go tomorrow. All the decent talks are tomorrow, anyway.”

“Mhm, I refuse to sit next to you, you wayward little devil.” I laugh at the nickname and kiss her forehead.

“You enjoyed it, admit it.”

“Mm, it was exhilarating, I suppose.”

---