“Oh, so you’re a bronco now?” One of her eyebrows raised.
I winked. “Well, I am hung like one.”
She scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. “Humble about it too.”
“Baby, you’ve had me between your thighs. You’re really going to argue on this point?”
“Smug bastard,” she muttered.
That was certainly true, but there was still unfinished business to attend to. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and climb onto my face.”
Blue eyes narrowed in my direction, and I knew obedience was the furthest thing from her mind.
“Why the obsession with my pussy, Maddox?” Bristol slid down my body, her fingers skimming along the muscles of my chest. When she knelt between my thighs, a mischievous grin lit up her face. “Maybe I’ll just have to have a taste and find out for myself.”
Before I could process her words, she swallowed my dick down, sucking all traces of her flavor from my skin.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, my hips thrusting into her hot mouth, needing more.
The woman licked me like a goddamn lollipop before smacking her lips and meeting my eye. “Hmm. Not bad.”
My head dropped back, and I begged, “Let me drink straight from the source. I’m dying to bury my face between your thighs.”
Bristol took me deep one last time before declaring, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Relief flooded me as she knelt over my face, lowering until her pussy hovered a breath away. Even stretching my neck, my tongue could barely make contact, and I grunted in frustration.
“Fucking sit!” My patience with her teasing and torturing me while tied up finally snapped.
“So bossy,” she taunted from above, even as she settled her weight atop my face.
I was surrounded by her, buried deep, and I couldn’t imagine heaven being any better than this. Spearing my tongue inside her, I was rewarded with a rush of arousal, which I drank down greedily. If I knew the world was ending, this was what I would want to spend my last hours doing. There was absolutely no question in my mind.
She began to rock above me, chasing her pleasure. Shifting so I could flick her clit, my words were muffled as I warned, “You’re going to come on my face, and then you’re going to untie me. Got it?”
“Fuck yes. Just make me come. I’m right there,” Bristol forced out through breathy pants.
Over and over, I flicked that tight little bud as Bristol’s hips bucked faster and faster until she tensed above me, screaming in ecstasy and jumping off my face when the sensations became overwhelming.
She flopped to my side, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to come down from the intense high of her orgasm.
I gave her a minute to recover before demanding, “Untie me. Now.”
Bristol turned onto her side and the cheeky grin on her face had me doubting whether she would hold up her end of the bargain.
But then her hands reached up to undo the knots holding me hostage. “Admit it, you had fun.”
“Show me the sick bastard who thinks being tortured is fun,” I grumbled.
“Don’t make me regret letting you free before you came,” she shot back.
“You’re gonna regret it either way, love.” I felt the last knot slide free and pounced on her.
Bristol squealed in surprise, but a sexy smile tipped up her lips. “You gonna punish me, Coach Sterling?”
I growled at the way she addressed me professionally. As much as I loved her screaming my given name, when she played the smokeshow reporter, it drove me fucking insane.
Instead of answering, I took her lips in a punishing kiss, my teeth biting her lip hard enough to draw blood before my tongue swept inside, staking my claim. Shifting my body weight to the side, I was able to fit a hand between us, roughly shoving my fingers into her tight pussy even as she attempted to squirm away.
