Page 126 of Devil's Bargain

I buck my hips up to his mouth. Fuck it, I need to get off! “Lick me!”

He’s amused. “Or else?”

I groan with frustration. Some of Rick’s cum is trailing down to my hairline. “Make me come, Rick.” I lift my head. “Are you not man enough?”

His eyes darken. “I think the evidence is on your pretty face, baby.” He lowers his head and licks me in one long, slow stroke.

Stars explode behind my eyelids. I throw my head back on the pillow with a moan. “God, Rick!”

His amused laughter vibrates against my sex. Spreading my legs wider, he circles my tight entrance with the tip of his tongue before sucking my clit into his mouth. “You taste fucking delicious!”

“Aaah!” I moan, drunk by his assault, writhing on the bed, my wrists burning with pain.

He grips my hips and swirls his tongue over my throbbing clit, harder and faster until I’m a trembling, weeping mess on the bed. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he inserts two fingers and pumps my pussy. My insides warm and melt as heat builds low in my core. Pain radiates through my wrist, but it’s lost in the bliss.

“Come for me, baby!” he whispers, continuing his sweet, brutal assault on my swollen clit.

Every muscle in my body stiffens and clenches tight as I fall over the edge and come on his tongue. I moan his name, trembling on the bed. Rick keeps going, not letting up until I plead with him to stop.

He crawls back up my body, grabs my face, and crushes his lips to mine, exploring my mouth with hard sweeps of his tongue. I can taste myself on him, and my toes curl all over again.

When he breaks away for air, he eyes my wrists smeared with blood. His lips curve in a satisfied smirk. He rolls off me and switches off the light, flooding the room in darkness. Rain is pattering on the window outside.

“Rick?”

He pulls the back of his t-shirt over his head and gets underneath the quilt. “Yeah, baby?”

“Are you going to untie me?”

“No.”

I can’t see him. It’s too dark. “Why not?”

“You’re not going to him!”

“I can’t sleep like this.”

He laughs softly, fluffing the pillow. “Too bad.”

“Why are you doing this?” There must be a clock outside in the hallway somewhere. I can hear faint ticking.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

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