Page 37 of Just The Sex

Scene 31

You make me want to be bad

Quinn & Merritt

While he observes the sights of downtown Denver, I pour us each a drink and then strip naked, doing what Merritt and I do best.

Walking up to him, I can see his reflection in the glass. He’s lost in his own thoughts, and as I stand next to him, he slowly turns his head, a soft growl escaping from his throat.

“Ohhh, you are so bad.”

“You make me want to be bad,” I tell him and he finishes his drink in one gulp and then lifts me into his arms and cradles my body against his as he storms into my room, kicking the door all the way open and tossing me on the bed. I laugh falling against the soft fabric and watch him unbutton his tight, navy blue dress shirt. Then he takes his belt off and sets it on the bed, my heart beating faster, wondering if he’s gonna use it to spank me.

Taking his pants off, his mouthwatering, huge cock makes me so wet, and he asks me, “Where’s the sash?”

I point to my nightstand drawer. He pulls it out, the soft material resting comfortably in the palm of his hand. “How convenient.” Then he scoots my body up on the bed and stretches my arms high above me.

Taking the sash, he knots it around one of the slats in my headboard and then secures my wrist to the other end of it. My eyes move from my hand to his eyes and he asks me, “Is this okay?” I nod quickly, never having been tied up before, but never wanting it more than I do with him right now.

With my other hand fastened in place with the belt, he then takes me by the hips and pulls me as far down the bed as he can. My upper extremities are stretched to the max; I can’t move a single muscle. Everything inside of me is on overdrive. My heart is beating at Mach speed. And he says to me, “If you come visit me, I’ll tie you to my bed for the entire weekend,” and I have to ask, “What are you going to do to me now?”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me and come hard.”

He takes his hand and begins to rub it over my clit. I arch off the bed from the mere touch of his fingers on me, and he says, “Like this?”

“That’s good, but I really want your cock.”

He begins to jerk himself, and I lick my lips.

“You want to suck me?”

“Please.” He hovers over me, holding on to the headboard and I open wide so he can stick himself all the way into my mouth. He pumps in and out of me, my hands are tied so I can’t move and my lips stretched so wide that I can’t say a word. Our eyes stay connected, the way they always do. “God, I love your mouth,” he tells me and grunts, moving even faster.

My pussy is tingling, ready and willing to be played with. But this isn’t about me, it’s about him. As he fucks my mouth, I wait for his cum, but it doesn’t happen.

Then he stops and slowly removes himself from me. Kneeling between my legs, I spread them wide as he connects our bodies. My body tenses from the fullness; his dick is so hard as he shoves into me.

Holding his body up on either side of me with his fists balled, he asks me, “Why do you like it slow?”

“‘Cause I don’t want it to end, so the slower we go, the longer it can last.”

“That’s not true.”

“What do you mean?” I ask him, and he pulls me towards him by the hips, pushing into me as deep as he can. I gasp out loud, a sensation unlike any other runs through me as his cock grinds so far into me.

“Let me show you. I can make you come again and again,” he promises.

A little hesitant, as I’ve never had a man make me come more than once, I nod, and he begins to move. His hands have a strong hold on my body and every time he slams into me, I cry out in pleasure. My tits bounce from the force of him slamming into me, hitting such a sensitive spot inside me, and as he picks up speed, I can’t control myself, letting go and coming hard.

He controls my body, still holding on to me as he robs me of my first orgasm. I bow off the bed in his arms, fighting against the restraints, searching for some friction. However, I can’t find any, and now my pussy is so sensitive, I feel like I could lose it, but he keeps moving.

“Stop,” I tell him, just needing a minute and he shakes his head, barreling faster. “Give in to it, Quinn, let go again.”

Digging my heels into the mattress, I lose all focus on reality as another blissful orgasm runs through me. I scream loudly, shaking under his control and this time I figure he has to stop…but that’s not what he does.

His eyes are carnal, his grunts are the loudest I’ve ever heard, and I look at him bewildered, trying to understand what he’s doing to my body. Then he says to me, “It’s okay, baby…let go again.”

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