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“You’re soaking my belt, baby.” I push it in and out of her, fucking her with it and then I stand up, press my hard cock into her ass, and run the drenched leather across her lips. “Lick it.”
Her eyes flare at the degrading command, but she does it. Her tongue sweeps out, and she licks the leather, only to lick her lips after. I rub my aching cock against her ass, so fucking turned on I can hardly stand it. My filthy woman is so perfect.
Pulling the belt back, I start spanking her with it. Alternating between her ass and her pussy. Her clit throbs, filling with blood and growing more sensitive. All the while my hand runs through her hair, and I tell her how beautiful she is, how perfect she is, how I can’t stop thinking about her or wanting her.
She’s moaning like crazy, grinding against the bench, helplessly trying to fuck it, desperate to come. I smack her one last time, take her hands, and pull them behind her back, then wrap the belt around her wrists and forearms to restrain her.
She gasps and moans, and once I’m positive she can’t escape and the binding isn’t cutting off her circulation, I crouch back down, spread her ass cheeks, and shove my tongue straight up inside her.
“Ah, Lenox!” Her pelvis bucks forward, but my hand is there to catch it, my fingers pressing into her mound and using the butt of my palm to press into her swollen clit.
“Now grind into my hand while I eat your cunt. Make yourself come on me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. My girl starts rolling her hips, using my hand to rub her clit on all the while my tongue fucks her pussy, my nose practically pressed into her tight asshole. I’ve taken her ass before, both with toys and with my cock, and I’m dying to do it again, but not now. Not when this thing between us is so precarious. Not when she might still be trying to hate me.
Her legs tremble and shake as she gets closer and closer. My hand is soaked, my face too, and God, she tastes so fucking good. I plunge two fingers straight inside her as my tongue moves back to her ass, where I start to lick and fuck her there. She cries out, bucking and jerking, her body moving faster, harder against my mouth, pumping down into my fingers, and grinding mindlessly against my palm.
“I need it,” she moans, thrashing on the table, her upper body helpless with her hands bound behind her. “I need it now. I need it so bad.”
“Fuck, baby, me too. Come for me, and then I’m going to fill you up.”
And she does. She comes so hard, and it’s so wet, and it’s tearing through her body, making her scream and me grunt as my cock jerks and leaks against me. The moment her pussy stops squeezing my fingers, I make quick work of untying her wrists, massaging the skin, and bringing circulation back into her limbs. Then I rip off her sweater and bra because I need to see her and touch her skin. Her hands immediately shoot in front of her, gripping the end of the bench when she feels the head of my cock rubbing at her entrance.
I stroke myself, my head just inside her tight, hot center, and on the third stroke, I slide inside her, both of us moaning together. I hold her hips steady, and I start to fuck her at a slow, even pace. Something that will drive her wild with want, build her up patiently, and finish her with fireworks.
But hell, does she feel good. And this angle, the way she’s moving…
“Georgia…” My forehead hits the center of her back, my hands gripping her hips as if I need her to keep me upright. “You feel so good.” Too fucking good.
My left hand reaches up and clasps hers, our fingers latching, and my eyes snag on our tethered rings. I push up, rolling onto the balls of my feet with my thrusts, desperate to feel every inch of her pussy with my every move.
She is velvet. She is heaven. And every time I’m inside of her, it is better than the last because every time feels like a new chance to be with her. A new opportunity I wasn’t or shouldn’t have been afforded before.
“You’re everything,” I murmur reverently, though my words are splintered and incoherent. I pump into her, faster and faster, feeling the tight walls of her pussy hold me in. Her body rocks back against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust.
I shudder, licking up her spine, tasting the salt and sweat on her skin, feeling her body quiver as I grind into her, rubbing her. But it’s not enough. I want more. I want deeper. So I slide out, ignoring her groan and protest, and flip her over onto her back so the length of her body is taking up the length of the table. I grasp the end of the table and then slam back inside her. Her green eyes cling to mine as I press my body weight down on her and command her body.
My mouth takes advantage, licking and sucking and nipping at her neck, nuzzling at her racing pulse while I grind into her, rubbing my hips until I find her perfect friction point. She gasps, her hands moving to my shoulders so she can hold onto me. I lift my head, anxious to see her face as her body quivers and trembles and rocks beneath mine.
“Harder,” she begs, and I’m only too happy to obey. My slow push and pull now forgotten as I hike myself up onto my knees, lean forward so we’re chest to chest, and begin pounding into her. Her head rolls to the side, her eyelids flutter, and her lips part.
I watch her face, enchanted by her as I piston in and out.
“Like that?”
“Mmmm…” she hums. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Like I ever would. The way her cunt is gripping me, so warm and wet and goddamn perfect. The way she rubs herself against me with every upthrust. But I see it. The moment her orgasm starts to hit her, the way her body thrashes and her mouth falls open on a strangled scream as pleasure races through her like a drug. Her nails dig into my shoulders, almost pleading with me to pump deeper.
But when she says, “I want to feel you come inside me,” and her pussy starts to convulse, squeezing my cock practically to the point of pain, I can no longer hold off. My balls draw up, and my orgasm barrels through me, cutting off my breath and robbing me of my vision. I give her two more jerky pumps, and then I’m spilling myself inside her, just as she told me she wanted.
My body sags against hers, but the table is narrow and angled, and my fucking jeans are still around my ankles, and because I’m still in a post-orgasmic haze, I start to fall off the table, only to catch myself right before I eat hardwood.
“Shit,” I yell as I collapse to the floor, lying on my back, my forearm over my eyes, smiling dumbly, laughing lightly, especially when I hear Georgia’s giggle from above me. I move my arm up and peek one eye open to find her leaning over the edge, staring down at me.
“We might have to work on your landing for next time. I give that a 6.0 at best.”
I laugh harder, my chest feeling lighter than it has been in years.
