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“Fuck me,” she murmured. “And don’t untie me. I want to feel every thrust, the full weight of you on me. Take me for your own pleasure.”
Standing on the side of the bed, he peered down at her. All she could see was lust springing from his half-hooded eyes. His shoulders were rising and falling faster than normal, and he was sporting another impressive erection.
He opened a new box of condoms, rolled one on, and planked over her. His eyes, hungry with desire, were locked on hers.
“You fucked me good with your mouth, but that doesn’t change anything,” she whispered. “I still can’t stand you.”
He positioned his head at her opening. “You won’t hate me for long,” he said before thrusting inside.
The rapture spiraled through her as she wrapped her legs around him, lifting her ass off the mattress. Further in he slid, their collective moans a powerful aphrodisiac.
She loved being trapped, loved being imprisoned by someone she felt so completely safe with. Before meeting Mac, she’d never trusted another man to tie her up, but a few months after they started playing together, she asked him to restrain her. That orgasm had been as mind-blowing as the one she just had.
And she couldn’t wait for her next one.
When it came to sex, she was greedy. “More” was always on the menu and Mac had always delivered.
They were moving as one, her like a bucking bronco, him driving himself inside her.
“I want to fuck you for hours and hours,” she rasped.
He shifted so he could suck her nipple. With her hard nib in his mouth, she arched her back and sucked in a jagged breath. Hit after hit of pleasure pounded through her. He sucked her nipple, bit the other. She swallowed down the yelp, but couldn’t stop bucking against him.
The intensity of their fucking was sending her hurtling toward another orgasm. In and out, he moved, his cock growing harder, her sensitive space expanding to accommodate his massive size.
“Flip me over,” she said between breaths.
Slowly, he withdrew, but his mouth found hers and his kiss was hard and strong, just the way she liked them. The kiss ended. She flipped over, moved to the edge of the bed, so he could enter her from behind. He smacked her ass, the sting sending waves of painful delight through her.
Then, before she’d had a chance to recover, he plunged back inside her. Holding her hips, he thrust again and again, deeper and deeper. When he reached around and fingered her clit, the orgasm shattered her as he drove himself inside her faster and faster.
“Fuck, Jack, I’m coming.”
When he finished, he stilled, his shaft still rooted inside her. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want him to leave. She just wanted more.
Slowly, he pulled out, untied her and kissed her wrists. “I haven’t tied you up in a long time.”
“I love being your prisoner. Love that you fuck me hard and show me no mercy.”
“Jesus, you’re gonna turn me hard again.”
She got on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingernails tickle his shoulders. “Good. I want to fuck until it’s time to work. I need this escape. You need it. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.”
“Lay down. I’ll make you come with my hand.” He went into his bathroom, leaving her alone in his bedroom.
From what she could see in the dimly lit room, it was large and similar to Ethan’s room with grays and whites. But she wasn’t there to decorate, she was there for the sexual release.
Relishing in the afterglow, she waited.Nothing better than a sex high.
Nothing.
A moment later, he lay beside her. There was no downtime with them, there was never a one-and-done.
“I don’t want to stop,” she murmured.
“Then, we won’t.”
One kiss turned into another passionate embrace. He made good on his promise when he slid his hand between her legs. Talented digits teased her sensitive skin until she clung to him and released another earth-shattering orgasm.
