Page 45 of Say I Do

I shook my head as I rotated my hips forward. My sensitive cock rubbed against Benito’s, sending little shocks of pleasure over my body.

“Think? No, I know, baby.” I tightened my hand around our lengths and pumped faster. The wet sound of our cocks rubbing together filled the air, accompanied by my moans.

“Look, you like it.”

Benito continued to stare at me. My hand whipped across his face. Benito’s head snapped back as he glared daggers at me. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over his warm cheek.

“Admit it.”

“Get off, Harlow.”

Fuck, he was stubborn, but if he wasn’t, would I even have fun? I doubted it. I picked up speed, stroking us off faster. Benito’s abdomen flexed as a bead of precum formed at the tip of his cock. I collected it and tightened my hold around our cocks.

Pleasure rocked through me at full speed. My head fell back as I came undone. Barreling through me, my climax felt rushed as it brought me to ruin. My toes curled against the bed as I pushed myself closer to Benito. I stroked us lazily.

“Keep going,” Benito demanded.

I whimpered as I stroked our cocks faster. I was too sensitive; the pleasure was painful, and still, Benito commanded more. Another squirt of cum slipped free of my cock as my orgasm was drawn out impossibly long. My fingers felt numb as I forced them to keep moving.

Benito’s head hit the headboard as a guttural groan tumbled out from his parted lips. His cum shot out and joined mine on his tattooed torso. I finally let go of our cocks and stared down at our releases. I wet my lips with want.

“Clean it up,” Benito said.

I swallowed thickly. “Which one of us is cuffed to the headboard?”

Benito grunted and pulled at the cuffs as if he had to make sure it was him and not me.

I mixed our cum and gathered some on my fingers. Benito's heavy gaze watched me carefully as I brought it to my lips. The moment the salty mixture hit my tongue, I moaned. I lapped up every drop from my fingers, cleaning them.

I gathered more and painted the cum on my lips, making them sticky as I leaned forward. I pressed my mouth to Benito’s before he knew what I was doing. Our lips moved slowly, desperately against each other. Even as I pulled away, his tongue jutted out, swiped against my lip, and it seemed he wanted more.

“See, I knew you liked it.” I jerked back and hopped off the bed. My legs wobbled as I forced my weight on them.

One look at my body, and I raced to the bathroom. I didn’t wait for Benito’s brain to kick back on or for him to say something to piss me off all over again. I made quick use of the shower, racing back out to ensure Benito hadn’t escaped.

To my pleasure, he was still strapped to the headboard. His bandaged hand caught my eye, and I stared at it intently. I couldn’t make out any blood, and for some reason, I felt relief.

“Harlow, this game has gone on long enough.”

“Who says I’m playing?”

I sauntered to the closet. Benito’s gaze was hot against my skin, warming me up throughout. I grabbed the outfits and sat them to the side. What was important was what I’d be wearing underneath.

“What’s your favorite color?” I sifted through my options.

“It’s about to be the shade of blue your lips will be when I get my hands on you and strangle you to death.”

A shiver of desire raced down my spine and wrapped around my cock, attempting to coax it back to life. I could go for another round, maybe two. Regardless of how exhausted my body was, I wanted more now that I had a taste.

I poked my head out of the closet and smirked at Benito. “I’m already sporting bruises around my neck from your multiple attempts.” I touched them, and a thrill shot through me as Benito tracked the movement of my hand.

“Harlow, uncuff me.”

“Wait, I need your help first.” I grabbed the first pair of underwear, along with a matching bra. I tended to avoid them only because my nipples were sensitive. Having the lace rub on them all day would be its own kind of hell. But it was going to be worth it.

The fabric molded to me perfectly, as if it was made with me in mind. The sheer black thong encased my cock comfortably. I snapped the bra in place and took one final look at myself. I wouldn’t say I was vain. However, even with my body littered with tattoos and scars, I was sexy as fuck.

“Okay, I have two options.”

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