Doesn’t even slow down.
I come undone.
There’s no warning.
No prelude.
Just a shudder that starts in my chest and rips down my spine, knot pulsing, cock jerking, and I can’t hear anything but the rushing blood in my ears as I spill down her throat.
She takes it all.
Doesn’t flinch.
Let’s me finish completely, then slowly, with a flourish, pulls off, lips swollen and wet, tongue poking out to show me my own release pooled and gleaming in her mouth.
She looks up at me, victorious.
A queen with an enemy’s head in her lap.
I want to drag her up, crush her to me, taste myself on her tongue, and never let her go.
“Come here,” I growl.
She obeys.
She crawls up my body, graceful and awkward all at once—her knees leaving bruises along my sides, her hands fluttering, tapping against my shoulders as if she needs another point of contact to anchor herself. By the time she’s straddling my hips again, her hair is a mess, her eyes are wild, and she looks more alive than I’ve ever seen her.
She kisses me.
Hard.
No pretense.
Tongue sliding against mine, sharing the taste, biting my lower lip as her hand snakes down to grip my cock—still hard, still aching, the knot at the base already swelling with a promise of what comes next.
She massages it, deliberate, little circles that make me groan into her mouth.
“Want this?” she murmurs.
I nod, desperate.
“Want what?”
“Want your hot pussy on my cock. Right now.”
She laughs.
A wild, high sound—delight and derision all tangled together.
She grinds against my abdomen, teasing, letting me feel how wet she is—slick, sugar-scented, heat pouring off her in waves that make my head spin.
“How are you going to do that?” she teases. “You’re all tied up.”
She’s right.
I’m still cuffed.
Still helpless.
