Page 47 of Merry Mischief List
“Yes.”
“Great. I’m just making sure I win.” His assuredness makes me uneasy in the most exciting way. A yelp escapes me as I fly through the air and land on his bed. When I glance up, Porter’s staring at me, eyes appreciatively roaming over my body. He disappears into the closet and comes out a minute later with a small box.
“Are you about to murder me?” I ask.
He lets out a low laugh, then opens the box, pulling out a satin blindfold. “You said you like to use toys?” A pair of handcuffs comes out next.
“Yeah, like a dildo or butt plug. Are you about to go full BDSM on me?”
“Am I freaking you out?” His tone is soft, slightly concerned, but the lust in his eyes is obvious.
Let me think… This delicious-looking hunk of a man wants to tie me up and make it his sole mission to give me an orgasm?
“God, no.” I throw my head against the pillow. “Although I do feel like this is cheating.”
He takes my hands, cuffing them above my head to the metal bed frame. I wiggle slightly to check how stuck I am, and it only increases my excitement when I realize I can’t move. He takes the blindfold and places it securely on my head, shielding my view.
“They say when your sight is blocked, all the other senses are heightened,” Porter whispers as his hot breath hits against my ear.
“Is that so?”
He trails his fingertips up my side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Mm-hmm. Now you’re gonna eat my cock like a good girl.”
“God, you’re bossy,” I tease as he crawls up my body and rubs his thick dick against my lips. I jut my tongue out slightly, moaning when a drip of pre-cum hits it.
“Now suck.” He slides inside, and I obey like my damn life depends on it. This is the only chance I’ll have to make him come first, and I’m gonna make it count. My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat, and I relax, allowing him to sink deeper.
“I knew that smartass mouth was good for something,” Porter rasps.
He fucks my face, and I thrive on the moans dropping from his lips.
“Shit,” he says, pulling out abruptly.
“What’s wrong,baby?” I taunt. “Weren’t you having a good time?”
“Yeah, you little vixen. I was one more deep throat away from forgetting this is a competition.”
A soft laugh escapes me. “Never underestimate your opponent.”
The familiar rip of a foil packet has my lips quirking upwards.
“Ready to lose?” he asks.
My aching pussy is screamingyes, but my competitive side craves the win.
Porter swipes between my legs, pressing against my entrance. “You’re so pretty spread open and tied up,” he says, low and gravelly. I drop my legs open wider, inviting him in, and he wastes no time before plunging deep inside me. I release a loud moan, and he drops down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the peak before pulling it between his teeth, proving he can be both nice and naughty.
“You seem like one of those girls who likes her pleasure mixed with a little pain.” His hand creeps up my neck, trailing the column of my throat. “Are you?”
“If you’re asking if you can give me a hand necklace, you have my blessing.”
He presses a hand down on my windpipe, pounding into me, and my lips curve upward. Maybe I’m a masochist. Maybe I’m actually insane, but Porter’s right. I really do love it. Neck play. Ass play. Nipple play.
All of it.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth again, sucking harder. “Fuck,” I moan.
The release is building, and every touch is bringing me closer to the edge. His kisses trail upward, lips landing on my collarbone, and he makes his mark on me. Thank god school’s out because there’s no way I can hide this. I find his shoulder with my lips, and he hisses when I bite down on it.Why should he be the only one who gets to leave a mark?
