I wait for him to touch or lick my pussy, but he doesn’t. Instead, the bed dips from his weight, and I feel him move beside me.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
I comply, feeling the head of his dick against my lips. I moan as I taste his precum, my tongue darting out for more.
And then, he’s sliding further inside my mouth. My tongue cushions him, moaning around his side as he begins moving in and out, slow at first, then faster. His choppy breaths and raspy moans fill my ears. I take him deeper, letting him use my mouth, unable to stop him since my hands are bound. But I love that he’s using my mouth to please himself.
Finally, he pulls back with a curse. “I’m not going to come yet. Not until I’m inside you.”
The bed shifts, and he spreads my legs wide, settling between them. Then his tongue is between my legs, and I gasp, arching up, wanting more.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he rasps before licking deep inside me. I moan, the metal of the handcuffs digging into my skin as I yank against them.
He chuckles, then blows on me. I whimper. “Stop teasing.”
“Don’t fight the cuffs.” He takes a long swipe through my pussy, and I shiver.
“Okay.” I go still, wanting more of his mouth.
And he delivers, working me into a frenzy with his tongue. I whimper, moan, and beg for him to make me come, but every time I get close, he pulls back.
He stops, leaving me a quivering, sobbing mess.
The fabric of my shirt lifts, pinning my hair back and allowing me to see. I blink, my eyes adjusting to the fading light in the bedroom.
And then, his cock is at my entrance. I arch, and heshoves himself deep inside, making me shriek out his name, my legs quivering.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.”
“You’re close to coming,” he whispers against my lips. “Don’t. Not until I tell you to.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to fight against the sensations as he begins moving. He goes slow at first, and I begin to relax. But then he moves faster.
“Sebastian,” I say through gritted teeth. “Please.”
“No,” he rasps, his hips snapping against me. “Not yet.”
I yank against the cuffs, hoping the pain will work against the urge to come. But it only heightens it.
Then his hand is between us, stroking my clit as he thrusts deep inside. My eyes pop open, latching with his.
“Come for me, Ivy.”
I detonate around him, my pussy squeezing him. He grunts, slowing his pace, until my orgasm finally stops. And then he starts moving again, slow at first, then faster and deeper.
“You won’t ever get away from me, Ivy,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”
My pussy grips him, the words turning me on even more. “You belong to me, Sebastian. Always have. Always will.”
He shudders, eyes burning with desire. “Yes.”
Then his lips are on mine and he’s pounding me into the mattress. My legs wrap around him, squeezing him, as he fucks me hard and fast.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my come.”
“Yes,” I moan, trying to pull him deeper. “Come inside me.”
He thrusts two more times, and the moan that comesout of him sends ripples of pleasure down my spine. His hot come spurts inside me, filling me up.
