Page 62 of The Awakening of Nina Fontaine

She looked between her legs, unprepared for the eroticism of her bound upper body, the scarlet rope crisscrossing her pale skin, leading her eyes downward where Jack’s body was joined withhers.

He picked up one of her legs and bent her knee, pressing her thigh against her stomach as he drove into her again, deeper this time, his cock filling every inch of her swollenchannel.

“Ohgod…”

He dragged out of her, the sensation somehow just as pleasurable. “Tellme.”

“You feel so good.” She moaned as he picked up her other leg and bent it back like the other one. He thrust into heragain.

“Tell me what you want,” hesaid.

“I wantyou.”

“You’ll have to be more honest than that if you want me to keep fucking you.” The slight strain in his voice was the only indication that he was experiencing pleasure, that he was struggling to retain control. “Now tell me what you want,Nina.”

“I want your cock,” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me until Icome.”

He reached down and tugged on the rope, lifting her body slightly up off the bed. The rope slid deeper into her perineum and she clinched the sheet in her fist as shegroaned.

“Do you like that?” He drove into her again, moving faster now, the rhythm creating friction against her clit. Another orgasm roared to life insideher.

“Yes,” shesaid.

“Do you want to feel my cock in your tight ass? Is that what youwant?”

“Yes…”

She was dimly aware that she would be embarrassed tomorrow. That she was saying things she’d never said in bed. That she was doing things she’d neverdone.

That she wanted to do more things she’d neverdone.

But god help her, it was true. She wanted him everywhere: in her mouth, in her pussy, in herass.

“I’m going to own every inch of you, Nina. I’m going to own parts of you you didn’t know existed, make you want things you never knew youwanted.”

“Please,” shesaid.

“Please what,darling?”

“I’m going to comesoon.”

He pulledout.

“You come when I say you come,” he said, bending to kissher.

She punched the bed as he swept her mouth with his tongue, his cock sliding against her clit as he kissed her slow and deep. She wanted to enjoy the kiss — she was beginning to understand that kissing was a tool employed judiciously in Jack’s seduction — but she was too keyed up, toodesperate.

He kissed his way along her jaw and bit down on her ear. It was almost hard enough tohurt.

Almost.

“Touch my cock,Nina.”

She let go of the headboard and wrapped her hands around hisshaft.

He didn’t make a sound as she stroked him, but she relished the pulse of him in her palm, the only indication she had that he enjoyed herministrations.

He kissed her neck and collarbone, made his way down her chest to her nipples, framed by the rope. She waited for him to take them in his mouth, one of the many areas of her body demanding attention, the scarcity of his touch only making her more needy forit.

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