Page 86 of Broken Bridges

“Oh, fuck.” Lewis knotted his fingers into the long strands of my hair. “Babe. I’m gonna come. You don’t have to—”

Yes, I did. I wanted all of him. Charging my fingers faster and harder into his ass, I took his cock deeper into my throat. The salty taste of him was totally addictive. I didn’t slow down.

“Oh, sweet fuck,” he hissed. His butt tightened around my fingers. As he fucked my mouth, his hot release spurted into me. His body jerked. Twitched. Throbbed. Pulsed. Laughing, and with the biggest smile on his face, he collapsed against the pillow. “Okay. Stop. Wow. But stop.”

I eased my fingers out of him then crawled up beside him. My knee ached from the funny angle I’d been lying on. But I’d survived.

He swiped my hair off my face and kissed me. “Damn, you never cease to amaze me.”

He kissed me like I was his oxygen. As he stroked my hair, there wasn’t one inch of my face he didn’t press his lips against. So tender. Sweet. Somewhat dreamy.

His hand glided down my side and eased between my legs. His finger slid through my slit. God, I was wet for him. “I want to make you come harder than you made me blow. And that was pretty fucking big.”

“I’ve had more practice at giving blow jobs than you have had at going down on me.” We’d had fun with him exploring between my legs with his fingers and oh, his tongue. He’d tried many different tactics, tuning into my reactions, with me telling him what I enjoyed. It was like he wanted to master my body and I was only too happy to provide him with the guidebook.

“I wasn’t talking about going down on you.” He worked his sleeked fingers toward my ass. “I meant do you take as well as you give? Here?”

“Yes. But would you like to make sure I don’t run away?” I crossed my wrists above my head. “Cuff me.”

“Fuck.” He nuzzled into my neck, licked and nipped the soft, sensitive skin beneath my lobe.

“They’re in my nightstand. Second drawer.” I needed the rush, the thrill—another hit of pure, hot adrenaline.

“Bossy. But we do this my way.” He reached into my nightstand and pulled out my silver cuffs with leopard-print padding. He dangled them from his fingertip and burned me with his smoldering gaze. “God, you turn me on.”

“Likewise.” I held out my wrists.

He undid the cuffs and clipped one band around my wrist. A wicked grin inched across his lips. “I’m glad you like to play. Anytime you want to stop, just say so.”

“Trust me, I won’t be asking you to stop.”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “Roll over. Move to the edge of the bed. You can put your leg down if it hurts.”

So thoughtful. I tossed the pillow aside. On my knees, I faced the headboard. He inched in behind me, nudging his returning erection against my butt cheek. Taking my hands, he placed them on the bed frame, linked the cuffs around the wooden top railing, then clipped the other band around my free wrist. “This okay?”

“Oh yeah.” The space between my legs clenched in anticipation. My pulse quickened.

Scooping my hair back, he trailed his fingers down my spine. “You are so beautiful, Tee.” He caressed and circled my butt cheek, then dipped his hand between my legs. With slow, languid strokes, he slid two fingers through my wet folds. Up. Down. Up...down.

My eyes fluttered closed. Fuck. I was going to come just from his touch.

Hovering his lips near my ear, he moaned. “Do you know how good you feel?”

My core clenched. “Lewis? Please?” I wriggled my butt against him.

Smiling, he kissed my neck and sleeked my arousal toward my ass. As he sank his teeth into the ridge of my shoulder, grazing and nipping at my flesh, his scorching breath sent goose bumps coiling across my skin. Nuzzling into my ear, he whispered, “I’ve wanted to fuck your hot ass since our first time. I want to bury myself inside you. Make you come. Hard. That okay?”

“Yes.”

“How bad do you want me?”

As he dipped two fingers into my vagina, he pressed his thumb against my butthole, rubbing me, probing me, teasing me.

Oh, Lord. I rocked back toward his touch. “Mmm.” I yanked on my cuffs; the padded steel dug into my wrists. The restraint, the submission, the need to trust him burned through my veins like a blazing inferno. “I’m gonna break the headboard if you don’t get inside me now.”

“Feisty. I like that.” He eased his thumb into my butt and worked his way in deeper. I cinched around him. But as he slowly plunged and prodded me, and fingered my pussy, my body relaxed. My head fell back, dizzy from his hypnotic rhythm and pace. So freaking good. He bit and tugged on my earlobe. “My God, you’re so fucking wet. I have to have you.”

He withdrew his hand, then nudged his cock against me, sliding it between my butt cheeks. He teased his head against my hole, dipping and pressing into me gently. I rocked my hips backward, widened my knees. Gripping onto the headboard, I closed my eyes and exhaled. I wanted him more than anyone I’d ever wanted before.

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