Page 33 of Tryst

Her chest rose and fell beneath as she watched intently, starving to be controlled. I had her figured out. She loved to be treated like a whore but cared for lovingly. I lowered my head, biting her nipple as she opened her mouth to speak. She let out a yelp, writhing underneath me.

“Tell me,” I growled into her breast.

“Vinny, fuck.” She pressed herself against my cock. “I need you inside me.”

Teeth still pinching hard, I shook my head. “No.” Letting go, I took the top of her shirt and bikini in my hands, snatching them down in one motion, exposing her firm nipples, tweaking the very tip of them between my fingers.

She let out a loud moan. “Oh my God, harder.”

Taking hold of her throat, I leaned closer to her face. “Donotfucking tell me what to do to you.” I spit on her mouth as I squeezed just hard enough to satisfy her.

With a broad smile, she ran her tongue around her lips. “I’m—”

“Say it.”

“—so fucking wet for you.”

“You won’t play by my rules? I won’t fuck you then.” I stood, marching around to the other side of the bed, grabbing her bound wrists.

“What are you—”

I hauled her toward the headboard, untying the tie and securing it to a mounted metal ring. She lay helpless, under my control. Hooking my fingers under the strings of her swimsuit bottoms, I glided them off her, stuffing them in my pants pocket. Sliding my arms under her legs, I held them open, slowly licking and nibbling her inner thighs, inching closer to her enchanting center.

She yelped, then whimpered, pushing herself closer to my mouth. “Please, Vinny.”

Inhaling her, I pressed my tongue between her folds, trailing it up to her clit. She gasped as I pinned it between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue. I teased her entrance with my finger. She bowed her back, yelling out as my mouth tugged on her sensitive clit.

The moment I dipped a finger in her, her walls tightened. A low laugh reverberated in my chest. “Are you going to cum for me already?”

“God, please.”

I pressed the drenched finger to my lips, lapping the salty sweetness of her pussy. “You taste so good, princess. It’s a shame I have to stop.”

“What?!” she panted. “Why?!”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned on my elbows, breathing in her aroma on my finger. “You wanted to play games with me, so I won’t reward you.”

“Fuck.”

“I’d love to.” I turned to her with an evil smirk, stroking her entrance once again.

She locked her eyes on mine, pinning her bottom lip between her teeth and pressing herself into my hand. Arching a brow, I withdrew, holding her hips, I flipped her over onto her stomach. The little slack that had been in the tie was now gone, and it was twisted snugly against the ring. Slipping my hand between her legs, I massaged her clit beneath her. My other fingers dipped into her wetness, then slid to her asshole. Teasing it, I leaned over, biting her shoulder blade as I plunged deep into both tunnels.

“Oh my God, I’m yours!” she shouted. “You win! I need to cu—”

I pulled my hands back, unfastening my pants and pulling them down. My phone vibrated in the pocket as I stepped out of my slacks and lined myself up with her entrance. She lifted her rear but could not get on her knees.

“Stay just like that.”

“Mmhmm.”

Clutching her waist tightly, I forced my entire length deep inside her center, bottoming out. I didn’t give her a chance to get used to the size as I pounded her hard from behind, grinding her clit into the blanket beneath her body.

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” she squealed. “Fuck my pussy so deep and hard. I love being your little whore.”

“I lovemyslutty pussy.” The sound of our bodies slapping together, mixed with the sounds and aroma of her, drove me to the edge. I wanted to fill her with my seed.

“I need to feel your cum shooting inside me.”

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