Page 76 of Cuffed By Love

“You’re going to what?”

“I have a week free, so I’m coming to London to see you, baby.” Megan beams down the phone, and I stare at her, stunned.

First, Levi shows up unannounced, and now Megan is coming over. I should be excited to see my girlfriend, so why am I dreading it?

I force a smile on my face and nod, “That’s great Meg, I can’t wait to see you. You do know Levi is staying with me. He arrived early from Australia.”

Megan rests her chin in her hand and smiles, “I know, he told me when I called earlier. It’s okay, you know Levi, he’ll be out and about doing his own thing. I doubt he’ll be in our way.”

I smile and shake my head when she crinkles her nose at me adorably, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. I can’t wait to get there and crawl into your arms and have you do dirty, dirty things to me.” I grin and lean back against my pillow, stretching out on top of my bed. It’s almost three in the morning in London and afternoon in Singapore.

“Oh really, why don’t you tell me which of those dirty things you would like me to start with?” I ask suggestively, and Megan smiles coyly.

“Devin King, are you trying to initiate phone sex with me right now?”

I grin and bite my lip, “Maybe. It’s been a long two weeks, baby and daddy is in need of relieving some serious tension. How about you give me a little peek of my girls.”

Megan gasps, horrified as if I said something appalling, “Devin, no. I’m not flashing you my boobs. You’ll just have to wait until I get there.”

I groan, “But baby, I’m so hard.”

“Use your imagination then, honey. I’ll be there real soon, and you can do whatever you want with me.” ‘Whatever you want’ usually goes as far as missionary or her on top, or the occasional doggy style, if I’m lucky. My shoulders slump in disappointment, and I sigh in frustration. This is going nowhere.

I temporarily forgot how prudish Megan can be when it comes to sex. She’s so prim and proper all the fucking time; it's maddening. The expression ‘a lady on the streets and a freak in the sheets’ comes to mind, only she’s a lady between the sheets too. The woman doesn’t possess a ‘freaky’ bone in her body. I’ve been trying to break her out of that mindset for years, but just when I think she’s going to surprise me, she backs out.

“Well, I’m beat. I’m going to get some sleep. I’ll speak to you soon, okay?” Megan nods and blows me a kiss.

“Sweet dreams, honey. I love you.”

I smile, “You too.” She hangs up, and I toss the phone on the bed beside me. My body is pulsing with agitation. I rub my hands over my face and groan. One whole week with Megan. This is a good thing; it’s what I need to get my mind off the gorgeous, fiery, five-foot-five brunette, also known as Mira Evans, that has currently hijacked eighty percent of my brain.

I wonder what she’s doing? Is she sleeping? If it weren’t for my idiot brother, she would be here, in my bed right now, her scent encompassing me while I sleep and soaking into my bedsheets so I could savour it on the days that she’s not going to be here. Instead, I’m lying in bed, alone, thinking about her and wondering like an adolescent teen if she’s thinking about me too. Maybe I should check on her? See if she’s asleep? I almost get up and go but think better of it. How the fuck am I going to explain it to her if she catches me?

I’ll just do as Megan suggested. Use my imagination and finally get the release I’ve been desperately longing for since I’ve been cuffed to her. My dick aches profoundly at the mere thought of it.

Fuck it.

I tug my boxers down and kick them off, spreading my legs before I grasp my cock and tremble visibly at the sensitivity and the delightful sensations that thrum through me, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Oh fuck, this is going to be one of those quick, soul-shattering orgasms. I can feel it. I just wish it was Mira’s hand, her mouth or her tight pussy I was exploding in.

I bite my lip as I start to stroke my cock slow and steady. My body quakes, and my hips lift off the bed, thrusting up into my hand. “Oh fuck.”

My eyes close, and I see Mira between my legs, licking her lips while she wraps her slender fingers around my meat and slowly stokes me, her ardent gaze on mine as she licks up the length, stopping to swirl her velvet tongue around the crown and flick the tip against the ridge, making my hips jump on impulse with the jolt of pleasure that fires through me. “God yes, Mira, you’re driving me crazy. Wrap those perfect lips around my cock and suck baby, suck me like you can’t get enough.”

Mira moans and obeys, sliding my cock deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks; she sucks my cock hard as she comes up, making me cry out and fist the bedsheets. “Ah yes, just like that, baby.” Mira finds a steady rhythm, and she continues to suck and tease me with her tongue while her hand strokes me closer to orgasm. “Shit, Mira, I need to come so fucking bad.” I hiss, watching avidly as my dick disappears into her mouth. “You’re going to make me come, but I’m not ready. Fuck baby, not yet.” I grit my teeth, fighting every fucking urge not to release.

My balls ache, and my cock throbs agonisingly. I’m hanging on the edge. My toes curl when I feel her mouth close around me and teasingly sucks me into her mouth. My fingers curl at the nape of her neck, and I thrust up, feeding my cock deeper into her mouth. My hips lift off the bed, and I fuck her mouth, one deliberate thrust after another raringly, chasing that craved orgasm. I feel my balls tighten, and that familiar heat surges through me at lightning speed, momentarily hindering me. I still as I explode deep down her throat. “Fuck, Mira.” My body convulses with every wave of pleasure thundering through me. I collapse onto the bed, breathless, spent as the tremors of my orgasm slowly ebb away.

“Christ.” I pant, staring up at the ceiling. I’ve not come that hard in a very long time. I look down at the mess I’ve made over my stomach and groan. I’m a fucking mess—in every sense of the word.

* * *

The next morningcame sooner than I had hoped. I woke up to the sound of my stomach rumbling when the smell of something sweet mixed with coffee hits my nostrils. I peel my eyes open and look around my bedroom. The sun is beaming through my floor to ceiling window, temporarily blinding me. With a groan, I roll onto my back with a huff. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. Is that music I hear? I decide to get up and investigate after I pull on a pair of shorts. I follow the smell toward the kitchen. Levi seems to have the same idea because I see him walking over in the opposite direction tying his hair up. We both stop when we see Mira in the kitchen, standing at the stove cooking. Not only is she cooking, but she’s dancing and singing along to an upbeat number.

Levi smiles and gestures with his head toward Mira. I nod and follow him into the kitchen. We lean against the island, keenly observing her. My eyes skim down her sexy legs. She’s in an oversized grey t-shirt that’s two sizes too big for her and looks more like a dress than a T-shirt. She must have picked up one of my t-shirts from the cupboard in the guest bedroom to sleep in. Just seeing her in my clothes stirs something in me.

Who is this beautiful first thing in the morning, for goodness sake? I look over at my brother; his eyes were mimicking mine moments ago, he’s openly leering at her, and I get the sudden urge to smack him upside the head. I don’t like the way he’s looking at her. My good mood from before vanishes, and agitation replaces it.

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