He studies me for a few more seconds, and my heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest. I want this again withhim, and if what I’m feeling against my stomach is any indication, he wants this too.
“Then let’s take care of this problem I have.” He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to my bedroom. My lips find his neck, and I take my time on his tattoo there. A soft growl rumbles against my chest and further fuels the fire growing in my belly.
His hands grip my ass tighter as I feel myself shamelessly rub against him. Throwing back the covers, he lays me down, and I quickly grab his t-shirt and lift it over his head. My hands explore his back as his tongue invades my mouth.
I feel his hand run along my thigh before gripping my hip and rocking into me. He’s hard as stone as he rubs against my center.
“More,” I plead, lifting my hips to ease my ache.
“I’m going to give you more, honey. You don’t have to worry about that,” he breathes against my neck as he pulls on my flesh.
Pulling back, his hands glide up my sides and lift my dress over my head. His eyes darken when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra.
Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucks hard, and I arch off the bed as pleasure shoots to my core. He tortures the other one, and I moan loudly as the ache between my legs grows. I’m so turned on right now that I can’t think straight.
His fingers find my panties, and I gasp when they are ripped from me in one single tear.
“Sorry, love. I needed them,” he murmurs against my skin before his lips break contact.
Confusion hits me as he straddles me, taking my wrists in his hands and holding them above my head. In ten seconds flat, I’m bound to the bed as my thong is tied securely around me. I pull on the restraints, and there’s not an inch to budge.
“You tied me up with my own panties?”
“I would have used handcuffs, but I didn’t see any last time I went through your drawer.”
“Of course, I don’t have handcuffs,” I huff. “What am I supposed to do with them? Use them on myself?”
“Good point,” he grins, stepping off the bed and dropping his shorts and boxer briefs.
My eyes go directly to the source as he fists his hand around and drags it down the length of him. Greys penetrate me as I feel the heat scorch my body.
“Why did you tie me up?” I whisper, already knowing the answer before he speaks it, and too afraid I might be right.
“So you can’t turn away from me this time.” He gets back on the bed and hovers over me. “You are going to watch me this time,” he says quietly, kissing the corner of my lips. “I want you to see everything I feel when I have my cock buried deep inside you so there’s no doubt in your mind anymore of who I belong to.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MILES
Isee the hesitation in her eyes and want to take it away. She has nothing to worry about, and I want to prove it to her. I want her to see how much she means to me. I’ve given her parts of me that I’ve never given to anyone else, and I want her to know what that does to me.
“Don’t look so scared, honey.” I kiss her neck and trace her tattoo with my tongue. “Just take what I have to offer, and for now, only give back what you can. No pressure, I promise.”
I kiss my way down her stomach and settle between her legs. I want her on the verge of breaking when I bury myself in her. Spreading her wide for me, her light green eyes watch my every move, her chest expands faster with each anticipated breath she takes.
My tongue swipes through her center, and I close my eyes in bliss as her taste coats my tongue. I will never tire of her body and what it does to me. It makes me a half-crazed animal most of the time, and the other half has my heart wound up so tight that I feel it’s going to bust right out of my chest.
Her hips lift, and I grin against her pussy as her body begs for what I can give it. I flick her bud with my tongue beforesucking hard. She moans, causing my dick to throb from the sweet music I hear.
Sliding my hands under her, I squeeze her perfect round ass as I lift her up, filling her with my tongue.
“Oh, God,” she moans again, moving with my rhythm. I break away when I feel her close to the edge, and a small whimper escapes her lips as she pulls on the material around her wrists to touch me.
Kissing my way back up, I tangle my tongue with hers as I dive into those soft lips. My tip teases her entrance as I go slightly in and rub my piercing around her opening.
“Please,” she begs, lifting her hips and inching me in further.
I suck in a jagged breath and resist the urge to plunge deep. Having her pussy bare might be the one thing that wrecks me as I feel her walls close in around the first inch I’m giving her.
