My lips trail kisses down his chest as I crawl down his body, my hands running over his hips and down his thighs. His muscles twitch with tension as he waits patiently for my next move. I position myself between his legs and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. My clit pulses as Elias moans, his hips arching into my touch.
I’m going to mount him like a horse and ride him so hard that I’ll be walking bowlegged tomorrow. But not yet. I want to savor this. I want to savor him.
He takes in a hissing breath as my tongue darts out and licks the tip of his hard cock, lapping up the bead of precum there before I take him into my mouth.
He moans my name, his hips moving up to meet me as my lips slide down his long shaft. Watching this big, burly man writhe beneath me is insanely hot. My hand slips between my thighs as I bob my head faster, my fingertips gently rubbing my throbbing clit.
He lets out another moan, telling me he's getting close. There’s a huge grin on my lips as I release him with apop, slowly kissing my way back up his body until I reach his lips.
“Not yet,” I whisper, my breath hot in his ear.
This man toyed with me, left me horny and desperate on more than one occasion. It's my turn to play with him.
“Let me out of these, Peach. I need to feel you.”
The hint of desperation behind his words sends a thrill through me. If I didn’t want this so badly, I’d leave him like this—give him a taste of his own medicine.
“No...” I straddle his hips again, my slick slit gliding against his length. “I think it’s your turn to be denied something you want.”
My mouth crashes into his, our tongues dueling for dominance. He shudders beneath me, letting out a deep groan as I grind my hips against him, trying to relieve the ache between my thighs.
“Fuck,” he grits out, ripping his mouth away from mine. “At least remove this goddamn blindfold. I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”
My pussy clenches at his request, and I relent, pushing the blindfold off his face. His nostrils flare as his stare focuses on me, his deep breath releasing in a rumbling growl.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shake my head as his hips shift, my hand pressing firmly on his chest. “Nuh, uh-uh... You are no longer in control here, handsome.”
He smirks. “I’m not so sure I ever was.”
A smile spreads across my face as I lean down and kiss him again, possessively pushing my tongue into his mouth. His cock lines up perfectly with my wet entrance when I raise my hips, allowing me to easily slide down on him. He moans as I sit back up, driving him deeper inside as my hips rock.
My hands land on my thighs, and his eyes track them as they glide up my body. They cup my breasts, my head falling back as I teasingly pinch my hard nipples. Waves of pleasure roll through me, my breaths growing more erratic.
Fuck me.
I wanted to take this slow, to take my time and drive him mad. But he feels so good. I’m so close already.
“Fuck... you look so sexy riding my cock, taking all of it like a good girl.” I bite into my lip, trying to suppress my moan, my body quivering as I chase my release. “Don’t hold back, Peach. Take what you need from me.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out as my orgasm crashes violently to the surface.
I work to catch my breath as the waves subside, planting my hands on his chest to keep my limp body upright. There’s a flutter in my stomach when my gaze locks on his, the fiery desire burning behind his stare making my body feel all warm and needy all over again.
He jerks on his restraints, his voice tight as he says, “Take these off. Now.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I don’t even hesitate, scrambling to get the key from my nightstand and unlocking the restraints as quickly as I can. This was fun and all, but I need to feel his hands on my body.
As soon as his hands are free, he wraps them around my waist and flips me onto my back. “My turn, Peach.”
Elias
Parker looksup at me through droopy eyelids, still coasting that euphoric haze as I position myself between her legs. Watching her come undone as she rode my cock, using my body for her own pleasure, was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But not being able to touch her was torture.
I think it’s your turn to be denied something you want.
The little minx is still telling herself this is just about sex. But this spark between us is about so much more than that. She simply needs to see it for herself.