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He transferred his grip from two hands to one, his thumb and index finger circling both my wrists, those big hands making me fucking swoon as he reached down and cradled my face when he kissed me, and suddenly there I was, moaning, almost crying, because I liked it so much. Because he was giving me everything I never even knew I couldn’t live without.
I tugged at his grip just a little, just to see what would happen, and he pulled back, looking down at me
“You want me to let you go?”
Yeah, I was aware it was a double-sided question, but I could pretend I didn’t, act like I wasn’t answering both versions at once.
“No. Hold me tighter.”
He did exactly that, squeezing hard enough my wrist bones rubbed together until they ached, and then he fucking plowed my mouth, no other way to put it. The guy was a fuck-machine with every muscle, tongue included, and I’d never say it out loud, but I could barely keep up.
His dick was fucking hard as hell, but he rocked against my thigh so slow and lazy like he didn’t even care about getting off. He was definitely more about intensity than speed. Which was different. But I didn’t hate it.
Still. I wasn’t great at patience.
“You gonna fuck me or what?” I finally asked him, when his lips slid down to my neck, and I could feel him laugh against my throat, more vibrations that seemed to go straight to my cock.
“Is that what you want?”
“Fucking yes.”
“And you think you should get what you want? Even after being a naughty little tease all day long.”
I tugged at his grip around my wrists just to feel it get tighter, dropping my head back, almost in a fucking trance when he squeezed harder. “You could punish me first,” I suggested. “But we both know you’ll end up with your dick in me anyway.”
He growled and rocked against me a little harder, a preview or a tease, I wasn’t sure, but it fucking felt good.
“Yeah, come on Beast, just like that. But naked-er.”
“I’d have to let go if I fucked you,” he pointed out. “Maybe I’d rather keep you just like this.”
“Then maybe you could…” I paused, almost embarrassed to say it with him watching me so hard, but once it was in my brain, it was really lodged in there. “Tie me up?”
He looked, well, not surprised exactly. Curious, I guess. “Have you ever been tied up?” he asked me, and I rolled my eyes.
“What do you think?”
He smirked. “I think you’re very mouthy for someone who wants something.”
“You like me mouthy, don’t lie.”
“Iloveyou mouthy. I love you spoiled and demanding.”
I knew he wasn’t saying what it sounded like he was saying, there were extra words in there with extra meanings. I also knew he’d chop those words off in a heartbeat, lay down that three word sentence without even thinking twice about it, and I needed to not think about that when I was already spread wide open and all about him.
“So tie me up and fuck me, asshole,” I snapped, and he laughed. It wasn’t an easy-goingI’m going to spoil you and give you anything you wantlaugh, either. That was ayou’re fuckedlaugh, and I’m not gonna say I liked it better, but I definitely liked it just as much.
“Stay,” he told me firmly, letting go of my wrists slowly and sitting up.
I stretched my hands out, rolling my wrists, not because they were sore, just to see if he’d let me, but he seemed okay with that. Then I laced my fingers together and waited. I could feel my pulse all over my body, getting harder when he climbed off me like it was trying to follow him off the fucking bed.
He didn’t go very far. A few steps away to pull off his sweater and I was sad to see it go, but not gonna lie, I loved seeing it in a puddle on the floor, it just looked so goddamn filthy that way, like he’d shed his skin just for me. He ditched his tshirt and then his jeans, just black briefs straining to hold him in, and it would have been a lot easier to stay still if I was tied up already. He looked so damn good, smooth skin and wide shoulders and mine, mine, mine, and I shoved my feet against the mattress and lifted my ass off the bed, impatient as hell. He tilted his head and shook it, a soft scolding that made me whine out loud.
“Stay,” he repeated, harder, sharper, but quiet, almost like he felt sorry for me. Then he came at me quick, slipping his arm under my knees when I expected him to shove me back down. Lifting my legs off the bed, sliding his hand all the way up to my ankles, and holding me there, flat on my back, legs in the air, as he swatted my ass.
It was so shocking and hot and deeply fucking humiliating I swear my brain just shut off— I was just a bunch of chemicals twisting around so fast I thought I might explode. I lost track of myself so completely I didn’t even think about reaching down to stop him or to grab myself or anything, just kept my hands laced together and blissed out while he spanked me.
I swear I didn’t have a single real thought in my head until he dropped my legs back down and looked at me, and then I was just a barely understandable jumble of whines and demands and heat. I could feel my skin turning pink everywhere, I was sure of it, not just my face and my ass.
