Page 88 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“I want you naked.”

My brow lifted, and a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

I stepped back and stripped. Shirt off first, then jeans, belt hitting the floor with a dull thunk, followed by my boxers. I didn’t rush. I let her watch. Let her see what she did to me—how hard I was for her already, how much I’d been holding back.

Her eyes dropped to my cock and stayed there.

“Now what?” I asked, wrapping one hand around the suspension rig to keep her swaying, her feet off the floor.

She licked her lips, eyes dark with want. “I want to put you in my mouth.”

That did something to me. Something deep.

I stepped closer again, one hand on her hip, the other sliding down to her ankle rope.

“Hold still for me. I’ve got it.”

I took the rope in my hand and drew her legs back and up with slow, controlled pulls. Her body lifted into position, bent at the waist like she was flying, ankles guided behind her as I set the angle exactly where I wanted it.

Her core quivered, thighs trembling. I kept my palm on her hips to steady her while the rig gave a soft creak overhead, and I eased her closer until she was perfectly lined up in front of me.

Her mouth was level with my cock. The tip brushed her lips.

I gripped the rig above her, one arm bracing myself on the suspension line, the other tangled gently in her hair.

“Suck it, then. You wanted it—take it.”

Her lips parted. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as her mouth opened and she wrapped those perfect lips around the head of my cock.

Fuck, the sight of her—floating there, tied and weightless, mouth full of me—nearly brought me to my knees.

Her hands were bound above her, wrists tight and high in the rig. Ankles pulled back behind her, knees bent, back arched.

I kept hold of the suspension rope above her, using it to steady her as she took me deeper. The drag of her mouth sent a loud groan out of me, my whole body tightening with it. It was everything I’d dreamed about and still nowhere close to enough.

She struggled a little at first—finding her balance in the air, body shifting with every movement. Her arms flexed, muscles trembling as she tried to hold steady while sucking slowly, then deeper, inch by inch.

Gravity wasn’t working in her favor, but she used it anyway.

She pulled herself onto me with her mouth, the weight of her own body working against her as she took more—wet, messy, eager. The ropes creaked as she adjusted, trying to angle her head, her jaw straining as she took me farther.

Her breath came in sharp little bursts through her nose, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, sloppy, her lips dragging slick and sweet around the base before she pulled back again—strings of spit clinging, chin glistening.

Goddamn.

I braced myself, one hand gripping the rig while I guided her gently with the other. I didn’t force. I didn’t need to.

She was hungry.

Spit dripped from her mouth, and she moaned around me, the sound vibrating through my cock and straight into my spine.

“Good girl,” I breathed, voice wrecked. “Use it. Let the ropes hold you up.”

Her fingers clenched, even bound, trying to find some sort of grounding in the air. She couldn’t. She was too far gone. All she had was my cock and the tension keeping her suspended.

Her mouth slicked over the head again and again, swallowing me down, fighting the angle, messy and desperate and fucking perfect.

The sounds echoed off the walls. I held her there, gently tugging the rope to keep her steady, watching the way her body trembled every time she took me deeper.