Page 62 of Untether

He rubs his hand over his length and then tugs his underwear down so he’s naked in front of me, and I swallow. Shit—I’m way, way out of my depth here. I have this beautiful, beautiful man in front of me, and he’s fisting his enormous erection and pointing it straight at me, and his gorgeous face is covered like he’s a common fucking criminal.

Seriously, he looks like he belongs in a supermax prison, and it’s making me so fucking wet. I blame myStarred Upobsession.

He comes right to the edge of the bed.

‘Legs up,’ he barks. I obey right away, sliding them up and open so my feet are flat on the sheets. He pumps some lube from the dispenser on the nightstand into his hand and climbs between my legs so he’s raised up on his knees. He’s shaking, I realise. My beautiful man is pointing his dick at me and shaking with the effort of holding himself back, and it makes my heart twinge.

‘I can’t wait,’ he shudders out, giving his cock a single pump with his lubed-up hand. ‘Have to take the edge off before I fuck you like you need. And it’s about time I covered your tits in my cum.’

His pump is slow, but he’s white-knuckling the damn organ like touching himself is the only thing keeping him from crashing through the sanity threshold and into thedarkness. He runs his free hand up my inner thigh before dragging a thumb through my wet pussy and groaning.

I watch, transfixed, as he kneels there and jerks himself off. His strokes are so slow and long and fucking powerful. This may just be the most hypnotic thing I’ve ever seen. John wasn’t—

Nope.

There’s no room for John here. Not when Cal’s in his Felon Era. Not when he’s giving me the private show of a lifetime. I’m totally conflicted, because being cuffed and helpless is really doing it for me, but I’ve never wanted anything like I want to get my hands on his dick.

‘You’re so fucking sexy,’ he pants as his hand moves up and down. Up and down. He’s so rough with himself—rougher than I’d dare to be with a guy. ‘Jesusfuck, the way you tasted… look at your tits. Look at them. So fucking soft. I’m gonna come all over them. Legsdown.’

He removes his hand from my core and I lower my legs so he can step his knees over them. He’s straddling my hips now, looming over me, this great, hulking man, his mouth parting in a combination of anguish and ecstasy as he fucks his hand hard.

‘Fuck, I’m close,’ he grits out. ‘Need to blow.Fuck—I’m—’

His hand speeds up. The way he’s working his dick is almost violent. He throws his hooded head back and really lets himself have it, his hand a blur of movement, his entire being a vision of hyper-masculinity. In this moment, he epitomises the staggering beauty of the male form.

And then he roars like he’s in so much pain, and ropes of hot cum hit my body like lashes. My stomach. My breasts. My neck. My jaw.

Branding me as his in the most primeval way there is.

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Jesus fucking Christ.

Holyshit.

I come in endless hot jets that paint Aida’s beautiful body, the ropes of my cum glistening on her skin in this dim light. The sense of release is stupendous, but that’s all it is.

Release.

My infamous refractory period will be non-existent tonight. This was just the warm-up: my way of working the worst of my animalistic urges off so I can give her the thorough fucking she needs and deserves.

She’s gazing up at me, still strung out on the bed, and the sight of my spectacular, sophisticated little protégée in chains, trapped between my thighs and covered with my cum, is so fucking gratifying I can barely breathe.

Protégéeliterally meansprotected. I quickly shove the unwelcome thought that I’m making a mockery of our intended relationship back down into the darkness from where it came, because she doesn’t look upset or offended or violated right now.

She looks transfixed. Aroused.

The little beauty.

I plant a hand on the bed, next to her ribcage, so it can take my weight. My cock’s still semi-hard. I release it and, breathing heavily, lean forward.

‘You are insane,’ I tell her. ‘You’re so fucking sexy you blow my mind.’ I run a finger through my cum and trace a meandering line over her stomach. Up between her tits. I circle a stiff little nipple, and she sucks in a breath.

‘That was the best show I’ve ever seen in my life,’ she tells me, her scarlet lips curving up into a smile that has my ego inflating to epic proportions.

‘You have no fucking clue,’ I tell her, my voice low and filled with menace. ‘You’rethe show. You’re gonna put on a show for me while I fuck you into this fucking mattress. Got it?’

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