Page 501 of Hell Hath No Fury
I took him deeper down my throat, sliding my hands slowly as I did, making sure I got him as wet as possible before I really began to move. Then I gripped him tighter, pumping him as I took him so far back my eyes watered.
“Jesus, baby,” he rasped as his hips rocked.
Then he began to fuck my face and I grabbed his thighs for balance.
“I’m gonna come, Bryn.”
I nodded, and he gripped my scalp, pulling my head forward as he fucked me harder, then he let out a grunt, and I felt the warm, salty goodness slide down the back of my throat. I returned my hands to his cock and continued to work it, making sure I milked every ounce out of him, before sitting back on my heels and smiling up at him. I licked my lips, then daintily wiped the corners of my mouth, and said, “That was the perfect aperitif.”
I’d never seen him undress faster and then I was on my back on the bed, and he was hovering over me. “Have I told you lately that you are the fuckin’ sexiest woman on the planet?”
“You tell me every day.” I reached up and stroked his cheek. “But more importantly, you show me.”
He kissed me gently, then rubbed his nose against mine. “You ready to play?”
I shivered. “Hell, yes, I’m ready to play.”
Harm stepped off the bed, then held his hand out to me. “On your feet, baby.”
I took his hand and stood in front of him. He produced the clothespins I’d given him earlier and I bit my lip. “What are those for?”
He grinned. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” I said.
He leaned down and ran his tongue over one nipple before taking a pin and clamping it on the wet nipple.
“Oh, my god,” I squeaked out.
“Too much?”
I grabbed his arm and shook my head. “No. Oh. Oh, my god.”
“Do you want the other one?”
I bobbed my head in a vigorous nod.
He sucked my free nipple into his mouth, lingering a little longer on this one before clamping it and I squeezed his arm as the bite of the pin sent a shiver through me. I moaned as the sensation went all the way to my clit.
“You good?” he asked.
“Oh, god, yes. So, so good.”
He kissed me again, sliding his hand between my legs and fingering my clit. I thought it would ease my suffering, but it just made me want more.
“I’m going to come, Harm.”
“Don’t,” he growled.
I whimpered with need, squeezing his arms as he slid two fingers inside of me, his thumb moving to my clit.
“Harm,” I whispered.
“Hold it, baby.”
When he began to fuck me with his fingers, I could no longer hold back. He kissed my pulse and whispered, “Come, baby,” and I let myself completely go, looping my arms around his neck and rocking against his hand as I came down.
He slid out of me, running his tongue over his hand, then licking his fingers clean as he grinned. “Jesus, you taste like honey.”
