Page 71 of Café Diablo

“Oh Jesus, fuck! Olivia, that’s—!” His body tightens as curses spill out of his mouth, his cock twitching hotly and occasionally brushing against the soft rose of my mouth. “Olivia! If you don’t start sucking my cock, I’ll—!” he growls, his hands gripping the headboard like he’s close to his breaking point, and I feel insanely powerful with how badly he wants my mouth on him.

“Good things come to those who wait,” I breathe out softly, letting my tongue poke out from between my lips. Then, slowly and deliberately, I move my knees to either side of his thighs, so my legs are open and I’m straddling his body.

“Minx,” he curses, watching me adjust my hips as I savor the wicked feeling of my ass in the air and my pussy hot and empty.

I brush my face against the side of his cock, making him grunt, my lips softly dragging across his shaft. He whimpers at the contact, but it’s all a tease, because I don’t open my mouth and take him down my throat. Instead, I let his firm tip drag down my chin, down the bulge of my neck, let him bob at my collarbone, before I slide his cock between my dangling breasts. He moans like that’s not exactly what he wanted, but it’s hot in a whole different way.

My mouth crawls up his stomach, going the reverse direction of my previous exploration, lips and tongue tasting his navel, his sternum. My hands stretch forward under the pillows next to his hips, my entire assent slow and grueling and torturous.

Only, my fingers hit something under his pillow—something metal and round.

I’m running my tongue under his peck, headed toward his nipple when I realize what the metal object is—and it shoots a spasm of heat straight through my cunt.

I bite his nipple hotly, I’m so turned on.

He curses and I lift my body up.

“Edwin!” I scold, running my free hand up his arm so that I’m stroking his wrists that are dangling against the headboard as he grips the pole above them. The new position lifts my torso and suddenly my tits are in his face. His eyes flare with excitement as my nipples hover only inches from his hungry lips. I’ve also adjusted my ass so I’m upright, and now my thighs are open and astride his straining erection.

He glowers at me like I’ve got ten seconds to stop teasing him before he’s going to flip me over and show me how he’s just as talented in a bed as he was in the truck.

I shake my head, making a tsk-tsk sound with my tongue as I pull out the little treasure I found under his pillow.

“Are these what I think they are?” I lift them up with my free hand and dangle the open metal rings from my extended index finger. “Did you take a little souvenir from your birthday party?”

His eyes flick to the side to see what I’m holding.

They’re handcuffs.

They’re not just any handcuffs, they’re one-hundred-percent the ones I left on the floor of the patio outside of Flambé, when I had the taste of his release still hot in my mouth and I unlocked us after he’d come.

“Fuck,” he curses, like he forgot they were there and I wasn’t supposed to find them.

“And you keep them under your pillow! I’m so flattered! Tell me, Edwin—” I run the cold metal of the open links across his chest. “Do you pull them out at night and touch yourself, thinking about how you’d use them? Cause, I’m not going to lie, that’s super kinky. I’m about to lie back and touch myself with these handcuffs and make you watch.”

“Don’t you dare!” he growls, his body twitching, the thick of his cock slapping against my thigh.

“In these fantasies of yours, which one of us gets handcuffed?” I ask, brushing the metal across his bottom lip and watching his eyes dilate at the stainless-steel texture of them. “Do you lock me up and have your way with me? Or do I lock you up and play dominatrix?”

He doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t matter because I’m so hot and turned on and I already know how I want this to play out.

I roll my hips, lifting, then lowering them. The motion effectively pushes Edwin’s cock against his stomach, sandwiching it between his navel and my cunt. He curses as I drag my wet pussy across his velvet shaft in a hot long stroke that makes my core spasm.

“Oh wow!” I moan, the connection so raw and hedonistic that I’m practically rabid.

I pump my hips again, and Edwin snarls as my pussy slides across his cock in a delirious rhythm. It’s the perfect distraction as I slip the two metal rings around Edwin’s wrists, handcuffing him to the headboard before he realizes what I’ve done.

“What the—!” he curses, jolting, as he notices the metal that attaches him to the pole above his head. He definitely can’t use his hands now! “You just—”

“Yup!” I drop my hands to his chest, enjoying my free reign as he bucks beneath me. I kiss him hotly, taking his face in my hands and devouring him with my needy offense. My tongue shoots into his mouth and he’s pissed, but he also can’t help himself from growling and kissing me back, because we’re both so damn strung up and needy at this point, we’re on the brink of explosion.

My tits drag against his chest, shooting volts of heat straight to my spine and making my whole body undulate and shudder with primal electricity. My pussy is tired of the tease, grinding hotly against his cock, rolling my clit obscenely up and down his shaft. I mew and pant against this mouth, working myself against his thickness as sparks of heat turn my pussy into a broiling cauldron.

Edwin growls, completely taken by the bawdy animal I’ve become. It’s so fucking hot to have him handcuffed to the headboard and unable to fight back. Sure, he canattemptto throw me off his mattress with his strong thighs and hips, but at no point is he going to be able to use his hands or flip me over and fuck me like he did in the truck.

Oh no, Edwin Voss has to officially let me ride his cock—my way—and he’s helpless to do anything but stare at me, handcuffed, and watch.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I threaten, lifting up my hips so I can adjust his cock at my entrance. When, Edwin pulls away from my mouth and barks out my name.

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