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Gasping, Lucia contorts her body, trying to hold on, but her hands are secured behind her back.
Holding her tightly against my chest, I say, "Relax. I will not drop you."
She instantly stops squirming and rests against me. "I know."
I sit down and settle her on my lap facing me, maneuvering her thighs on either side of mine. The scent of her pussy juices are even stronger with her legs spread.
My cock bobs and my mouth waters. My favorite sorbet isn't what I want for dessert. "You make me so fucking hard."
Chapter 22
LUCIA
Blindfolded, with my hands tied behind my back, I should feel vulnerable. Maybe even scared.
I'm not. Not even a little. I feel empowered.
I'm so excited, my heart is going to beat out of my chest. The strength in the hard thighs under mine only makes me feel safe.
"You are so beautiful like this." Atlas's voice is even deeper than usual.
My inner muscles involuntarily contract and pleasure pulses in my core. Shifting side to side, I try to get some relief.
Atlas grips my hips, stopping the movement. "Ready for your dessert?"
Dessert? All I want is him. "Dessert later."
"No chance." His laughter is a little diabolical. "You want thiseromenis mouand I will give it to you."
"Why does that sound like a threat?" I ask, panting.
His big hand presses against my bottom and he jerks me forward until the soaked gusset of my panties is flush with the base of his sex. Vibrating with sensation, my clit rubs against his iron hard tool.
"Not a threat. A promise." He kisses me, licking my lips before pulling his head away.
I extend my neck, trying to chase that sexy mouth.
He wraps my hair around his fist and uses it as a handle to pull my head back. "Open your mouth."
My lips part of their own volition.
A cold spoon touches my bottom lip. "Taste."
Shivers of arousal cascade through me as I obey. Flavor explodes across my tongue. Lime. Sweet. It's sorbet. The frozen treat melts almost immediately in the heat of my mouth.
The next thing to touch my lips is not a spoon, but the blunt tip of Atlas's finger. Covered in the sorbet.
I suck the dessert off his appendage without having to be told and somehow the saltiness of his skin mixes perfectly with the sorbet to create my new favorite flavor. He feeds me bite after bite with me taking longer and longer to suck his finger clean.
Desperate to touch him, I yank against the tie around my wrists. It doesn't give.
I let his finger go with a pop and ask, "Aren't you going to eat any?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to feed you?" Please untie me.
"Yes," he says gutturally.
