“Ask me again.” I push into her deeper.
“Please!” She gasps, arching her back, the chain pulling tight across her chest. Tara’s pussy contracts and it feels like an electric shock. I fall forward, clenching my jaw, fighting to keep control.
“Oh, godddd.” She squirms in her restraints, going crazy with lust. “I need you.” She grinds against my cock.
“You need me? How much?” I heave.
“So much.” Her voice is a strained whisper.
I groan into her neck. She knows how much her words turn me on. Tune me up.
“Who is the only man who touches this body?” I pound into her harder.
“You.”
“Who is the only man who kisses this mouth?” I bite her bottom lip.
“You!”
“Who is the only man who makes you come?”
“You! You! Only you!”
“You going to come for me, baby?” I abuse her body, slamming into her over and over.
“You’re the only one I come for!” She barely forces out the words as she wails, cracking wide open and drenching my cock.
I buckle right along with her, grabbing the top of our curved headboard, coming savagely.
Tara moans unintelligibly, still tethered to the bed, as I restmy head on her chest and recuperate.God this woman, I smile inwardly,is mine, all mine.
After a few minutes, Tara stirs, emitting an uncomfortable sound. I know what she needs, so I kiss my way down her demolished body and gently release the clamp from her clit, licking it as blood rushes back to the grieving little piece of pink flesh, which tastes best right after she comes. She sighs agonizingly, dropping her knees. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Again?” I ask, flattening my tongue against the sensitive little bundle of nerves her crease has become. “You horny little girl.”
“It’s your fault,” she accuses me as she moans.
“I’ll plead guilty on all accounts.” I bury my face between her thighs and concentrate the tip of my tongue directly on her piercing, flicking it relentlessly. Tara’s body pulls taut in her restraints as the pleasure takes over. She lifts her legs, spreading them wide, and rocks against my mouth as I lap her up. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chants continually, her breathing choppy until she finally hits a brick wall and ruptures. I sink my tongue into her flooding entrance and savor every drop as she spasms; the juice of her arousal running down my chin.
Tara’s body gives out once the climax passes, leaving nothing left of her but a demolished wreckage on the bed.
I wipe my face on the inside of her thigh then climb up her torso.
“Fuck, baby, that was so hot.” I grab my now straining cock and plunge my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me weakly, tasting herself on my lips.
“I have to fucking come again,” I tell her as I stroke myself above her restrained, blindfolded body. I jerk hard, taking in her helpless state, her flushed skin, and her pouty lips. I kiss her again as the sensations storm, my tongue ravishing her mouth as I dart to the finish line. I grip my cock as hard as I can and tense, my limbs catching fire as I erupt, ejaculating all over her tits.
“Fuck.” I pant uncontrollably as I collapse next to Tara. Shedrops her head to the side and lies there incapacitated.
I pull the blindfold off, and she smiles at me with tired eyes.
“Merry Christmas.” She giggles.
I can’t stop myself from laughing. “One of the merriest I have ever had.”
I LISTEN TO TARA’S HEELSclink against the hardwood in a hurry.
“CJ!” She calls to me from the spare bedroom. “Are you ready? We’re going to be late.” She comes into the bedroom dressed to the nines in thigh-high boots, black leggings and a red sweater, holding the newest edition of our family. A white teacup Pomeranian named Stowe. As soon as Tara saw him in the window, she just had to have him. And me, being the sucker I am, said okay. We took him home that afternoon.
