Page 124 of Cruel Delights

I hold her in place against me as she takes me whole. My dick rooted deep. Her slick, tight walls stretching to accommodate me.

She gasps and her breasts sway from the desperate intakes of air her lungs are taking. My free hand slides up her torso, over her breasts, stopping at the base of her throat. It’s a command of its own as my other hand bruises her hip.

Gradually, Lyra begins to move. She undulates her hips in a motion that’s slow but no less deep and tortuous.

It feels fucking amazing.

Her fluid hips roll. My dick slides in and her walls clamp around me. Then I’m sliding further out, and her hips are crashing down. The cycle begins all over again until we build up to more.

We grow frantic, moving faster, chasing our high. Lyra’s hips roll like a tidal wave, and I slam her back toward me.

Back into her slick warmth. The deep clench of her.

I grunt and thrust up. We meet halfway in a violent clash and satisfying friction. I grip her by the ass and then the throat, yanking her to my lips. My tongue pushes into her mouth and explores her taste.

The stimulation grows until I’m moments away from coming. An intense welling of pressure builds from within. It affects every part of my body, tightening my testicles and tingling down my back.

Lyra senses it too. She draws away from my mouth and straddles me, riding me harder. Her hand’s snuck down to her pussy. She rubs her clit as her hips dip and roll.

“Fuck, yes, little lamb,” I growl through clenched teeth. “Bounce on my cock.”

Her lips part in a throaty scream. Her whole body quakes right down to her thighs straddling me.

I watch the marvel of Lyra coming, soaking in my own pleasure. A few more pumps, and I’ll be with her. My hands smooth along the curve of her ass and I begin moving her all on my own.

Up and down my cock. Up and down as though she’s a vessel to which I’m getting off on.

Lyra lets me as her orgasm flutters through her.

But she changes her mind once she regains some lucidity. She plants a hand on my chest and returns to undulating her hips. She wants to get me off herself—the glint in her dark eyes is playful and mischievous.

Almost…antagonistic.

I choke for air. I’m so lost in how good her cunt feels that I don’t notice what else is happening.

One second, I’m swimming in wet, hot silk. The next second, the clench is gone. The slickness and heat are no more.

My body tenses and I peer at Lyra with eyes hazy from my near climax.

She’s reached over me and grabbed something off her bedside table. A split second later, I discover what—the band of a cold metal handcuff cinches around my wrist. She connects the other cuff to one of the bars on her bed frame.

“Lyra,” I growl, my chest heaving. “What in the hell—”

She’s crawled over me and handcuffed my other arm so I’m entirely restrained.

It is safe to say, I have never been more shocked in my life. Never have I been more thrown off guard, more confused and at a complete loss.

My brain’s foggy from the onslaught of pleasure chemicals that had been invading it up until seconds ago. My body’s tense and hot for the same reasons. I haven’t come yet. I was mere seconds away.

My dick bobs midair, still fucking hard. Still fucking slick from her juices.

“Lyra! Uncuff me.”

She ignores me. She’s moved on to something else on the bedside table. My gaze narrows trying to figure out what it is. Some kind of cage device.

She turns it on me, her knees bent at her sides.

“Lyra, take these things off right now!”

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