Page 70 of Out for Blood
“You’d still get by, but the coffee would suck and you’d be unable to feed yourself since you can’t cook worth a shit.”
We both laugh at that wholeheartedly.
She lunges forward and takes my mouth in hers like she’s starving for it, our teeth knocking together.
She matches my energy and moans as I yank her into my lap. Then I extend my arm behind her and toggle with the mouse, turning the computer to sleep mode.
All the pent-up energy from the gun range coiled tight inside me as I haul Cassidy flush against my body, needing her skin like a lifeline.
In an instant, I pull her to her feet.
Then I fist the bottom of her hoodie up and over her head, both of us breathing hard.
Standing naked in front of me, she grabs onto the arm rests of my chair with something mischievous sparking in her eyes, “I can’t be the only one naked,” she grins slyly as she straightens.
Looking up at her from my chair, I strip my shirt over my head and shove my shorts down in one smooth motion. My hard cock on full display.
My eyes darken as I stroke my length, peering up and down her body.
“Come here,” I murmur darkly and her knees connect with mine, her breaths quickening.
My hand automatically moves between her legs, and her wetness coats my fingers, my thumb grazing her clit.
After a few minutes, I command, “Turn around, back to me, and place yourself slowly on my cock taking it all.”
Lining herself up she does exactly what I said.
My hands grope around her breasts, tweaking her already hard nipples.
Grabbing her hips I force her up and down on my cock and a moan slips out of her as I surge deeper inside her, hitting a spot that makes her body languid in my arms.
She’s drowning in sensation, oblivious to the drawer opening as I lay something on top.
I catch both of her wrists in one hand, sweep her hair over her shoulder and fasten a leather collar around her throat, tugging it tighter than necessary.
I thread the rope through one of the silver rings and knot it securely before giving it a forceful yank, drawing her spine into my chest, controlled entirely by my grip.
“That’s right baby, I claimed you the moment I saw you. You never had a chance of escaping me after that,” I rasp near her throat, brushing the collar.
I curl my fingers around the back of the collar and drive her forward onto the floor, pinning her down exactly how I want her.
At the same time my cock withdraws from her.
Holding on to the rope, swinging it while I stand over her, “I’m going to have you writhing, begging and wringing every delicious sound from that mouth of yours.” I guarantee her wickedly.
Her ass is in the air, her head shifts to the side with one cheek on the ground, I drink in the sight of her like this as she licks her lips with anticipation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful baby that it makes obsession feel reasonable.”
I place my hand between her thighs and her slickness glistensover my two fingers, evidence of her arousal while not letting go of the rope.
I let saliva drip onto her puckered hole and circle it around the rim, then I take my time as I ease one finger inside her, rotating it to open her up. I plunge two more fingers inside, pumping them in a steady rhythm.
The needy little gasps escaping from her mouth spur me on.
Holding the hook in my hands, I rub lube over the silver ball that will be going inside her.
I step behind her, tying the rope to the silver circle on one side of the hook before brushing the metal ball on the other side of the hook over her tight hole. She shivers instantly as I ease it inside her.
