Page 141 of Beautiful Prey

“I want it. I want you. Please⁠—”

Pulling my fingers free, I catch him when he grinds down onto nothing with a broken sound. I reach for the oil, slick myself while he watches, then take him by the hip and line him up over me.

“Down now, puppy. Slowly.”

He sinks onto me, shaking against my chest as he takes me, one slow inch at a time, his forehead pressed to my shoulder and his breath stuttering out of him. By the time he’s all the way down, seated on me, neither of us moves.

We’re both shaking.

“Ride me, puppy. Let me feel you do it.”

He lifts. Comes back down. Does it again, slow at first, finding it, and then he’s got a rhythm, and he’s taking me the whole way each time.

I get both hands on his waist and hold on. Fuck me, he’s beautiful like this, bare and bound, working over me. Lean muscle shifts under my palms as he rises, his stomach tightening as he drops again.

His cock stands up between us, dark and flushed at the tip, leaking onto my stomach with every drop he takes. I catch it on my thumb, bring it to my mouth and lick it off with a moan I don’t bother swallowing.

“I never thought it could feel this good.” His rhythm breaks.

Fisting a hand in his hair, I pull him down into my mouth. He opens straight away, the piercing dragging over his tongue as he groans into me. I lick into him while he keeps working himself on my cock.

“Keep going,” I mumble against his mouth, biting his bottom lip and tugging it between my teeth. “Don’t you dare stop. I wanted something on its knees long before I ever wanted a husband.”

His hips stutter before he forces them back into rhythm, thighs shaking. “You’re an animal.”

I smile against his mouth. “No, puppy. You’re the animal. My perfect little pet. Now keep going. Please your husband.”

He moans and does exactly that, dropping onto me again and again until the rhythm starts turning desperate.

“Touch me, please. I need⁠—”

My hand closes around his cock while I’m still kissing him, pulling a shout into my mouth. Catching his lower lip between my teeth, I suck it as I work him in time with every drop of his hips, matching him stroke for stroke. “Ride it out of me. Go on, take what you need.”

He breaks the kiss to breathe, and I watch those green eyes go dark as his nostrils flare and his mouth falls open. Everything in his face lets go at once.

He comes over my fist and up my stomach in thick pulses, shaking apart on my cock with nothing to hold on to but me.

He keeps riding until his thrusts turn sloppy, and then I take over. Both hands lock around his hips, hauling him down onto me as I drive up into him faster, setting the pace myself and using him while he’s still trembling and gasping through the end of it.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

It tears out of me, a bark I don’t recognize, and I come inside him with my forehead against his chest, and my fingers dug into his hips hard enough to leave marks.

For a while, neither of us moves. Jade breathes hard against the top of my head, still sitting on me, little aftershocks running through him until I feel every one.

A breathy chuckle spills over my ear and sends a shiver down my neck.

“What?”

“Nothing. I can’t feel my arms.”

“That’ll be the arms tied behind your back.”

“Yes, thank you. I did work that out.”

I lift my head and kiss him slowly, and he giggles softly into my mouth, still loose and dazed from coming. “You’ve ruined our chair.”

“I’m sure you can afford another one.”