“You, Randall King,” I said softly, walking my broody cop backward, slowly approaching those beautiful rigs. “Always you.”
Randall shook his head when his ass hit the rope and chains, and my smile grew. Before he could stop me, I blocked him in, using my slight surprise to quickly spin the rope around his thick thighs and chest and push him backward to a sitting position.
“What the fuck—” he squirmed, but I was already raising the chains, his gorgeous body twisted more and more in my work as he struggled and failed to get out of them.
“Mmm, what a pretty present to unwrap.”
His body was swaying now, no longer seated but flipped on his stomach. His bulky, muscled arms were so wrapped in the binds from his struggle, he couldn’t move even a fraction now.
“Judas! Let me the fuck out now!”
I let the delicious rumble of his commands travel down my body and to my dick. I loved my height in the best of times, but right now, with my mouth just barely under him as he sang back and forth above me, it made me…ravenous.
“Didn’t peg you for a swinger, Randy Pandy.” I mused at my pun, and he groaned louder.
Yes, that’s right. That thick dick was pushing through his pants and right out of the ropes—such a yummy carrot to dangle by my mouth.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Masters.”
I giggled and reached my arm up, dragging my fingertips up his leg, unzipping his zipper, and finding him through his pants.
“Needless to say, if you weren’t raging hard right now, I wouldn’t be able to reach you. This is your fault.”
“I swear to god?—”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ve been here and done this shit so many times, baby. Let’s skip the nos and get to the fuck yes, shall we?”
Randall choked on his defeated moans as I gripped his cock through the ropes, giving his meaty dick a good stroke from sticky tip to delicious base.
“I’m gonna kill you if your new friends don’t.”
I hummed a laugh, testing the rope as I gripped my fingers inside and pulled myself up to lick the material holding his yummy penis.
“Ahh fuck. Judas.”
Mmm. Yes. That’s what I want to hear. The demons…
Didn’t make a sound.
Reveling in the purity of Randall’s moans, I continued my workout. Pulling my full body up again and again, licking and sucking his cock through the ropes and clothing. He was so antsy…breathing heavy and huffing denials.
“You’re so fucking wet. Am I sucking a cock or a pussy right now, Liebling?”
He didn’t laugh with me and instead groaned harder when my tongue hit his favorite spot, and more precome coated his tip.
“That’s right. Fucking soak my face. I love your come. Let me taste you again. God, I need you.”
Need? Oh fuck Jude’s. Easy.
Randall caught my words, too, but they didn’t make him pause like they did me. They made my feisty brat moan louder and push his hips into my mouth, not trying to fight the heat. Now he was seeking it.
“Does my good boy like that?” I moaned against his tip, letting my tongue tease the slippery slit. “Do you like how needy you make me for you? You’re mine, Randall.”
Another deep moan, and my delicious cop looked lost. Rarely ever did this brute just relax, but right now he was swinging in the silence with me, feeling every lick and suck I gave his weeping cock.
“You need me, baby? You need more? Use your words, Liebling.”
Moans so loud I wondered if they’d reach the zombies in the beginning entrance sounded, and I increased my speed, my nails were fraying the fabric of his underwear, and I latched my body upside down on the rig, using my arms to hold me up on the other side of the rope.
