“You have a surprisingly filthy mouth, siren,” I groaned as I gave it to her. I would give her damn near anything.
Who was I kidding?
I would give her anything. Period.
Still fisting myself, I fed her inch by inch, rocking in and out to get my shaft wet before giving her more. Her tongue twirled around the head, the metal piercing clanging against her teeth as I withdrew before surging forward. When I hit the back of her throat, I pushed a little harder, going for tears.
She swallowed instead, the convulsion nearly enough to send me to my knees. It’d already been a dangerous game I was playing, and I was about to lose if I kept it up.
Pulling free, I lifted her to her feet. I wanted her pretty dress to stay on, but I knelt in front of her to undo the thin straps on her shoes. Her fingers slid through my hair as I worked, and I glanced up to see her watching me through lowered lids. Once she stepped out of the heels, I stood and towered over her, watching her carefully. “Say stop.”
Greer pressed her lips together even as she nodded.
Cupping her jaw, I tilted her face to kiss her. I forced my tongue between those tightly clamped lips, giving her no choice but to open wider so I could taste more. My free hand trailed up her side. The curve of her tit. Across her chest. Up her throat. Isqueezed the sides gently, enough to restrict her breaths without completely cutting them off before moving my hand back down.
A touch.
A harsh grip.
A skim.
A rough grab.
Around and around until Greer was a whimpering mess, practically vibrating in my hold.
I tore myself away, taking in her flushed cheeks, puffy lips, and dazed eyes.
I wish I had my damn camera. This would, without a single fucking doubt, be the best picture I’ve taken in my life.
Moving quickly before she started overthinking her doubts, I spun her away from me and put a palm between her shoulder blades. I pressed down, lowering her torso to the woven hammock.
As a precaution as much as enjoyment, I carefully positioned her hands behind her back before securing her wrists with the cuffs attached to the swing.
“You good?” I asked as she gave her hands a testing wiggle.
“Mmhmm.”
“I need words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Better.” I flipped her pretty dress up to expose her ass. Just as she’d said, her thighs were shiny with her arousal. I ran myfingers up the slickness, heading for her pussy before stopping at the hem of her panties. She grumbled and rocked back, the suspended chains rattling.
I did it again, getting closer before backtracking, earning me another whispered curse.
The third time, I didn’t stop. Instead, I gripped her cute panties and pulled them taut between her slit. Her soaked and swollen lips looked obscene split like that.
Never mind.
Thiswould be the best picture I’ve taken in my life.
I knew the pressure was tormenting her. She arched and wiggled, trying to get more.
I took it all away.
Sliding her panties down her legs, I picked them up before rounding her body so she could see me. Her pretty face was pressed against the leather straps, and her wide eyes were aimed at me. I lifted the cotton and held it to my nose, breathing deep.
Her loud gasp was still clear over my own inhale.
