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Will slides his hand into his back pocket, takes out a condom, and lays his wallet on the bedside table. As he rises to remove his jeans, I lean up a little. My eyes don’t leave his until his clothes fall to the floor.
Will’s body is gorgeous, right down to the large, thick erection he’s grabbing. It’s thick and veined. Flawless in proportion to the rest of his body. My mouth salivates as he runs his hand over the engorged tip. It’s glistening with precum that he spreads over the throbbing head with his thumb. I’m full from the pancakes, yet starving for a taste of him. I clench the metal bars firmly to keep from launching myself across the bed and feasting on every delicious inch of Will.
When he’s fully sheathed, he stands tall and looks down at me with smoky eyes.
Then, he slides the mask over my eyes.
The bed dips as Will kneels on it. It’s only a full, so no matter where he moves, I can feel him and even sense the swipe in the air as he positions himself above me. My legs spread, and I moan at the heaviness of his cock brushing against my wet center.
“On your stomach.” His commanding tone beckons. His voice is hoarse, almost a groan. It reminds me of the one he used the night we met—the police officer waiting in the shadows.
His hands are on my hips, flipping me over. Like a good girl, I oblige.
In Will fashion, he starts from the beginning. My neck, down my spine, and thighs … all loved by his mouth and tongue. He doesn’t pick up where he left off downstairs. He revels in the joy of the foreplay process, and it drives me insane.
Deft hands knead my skin until it prickles.
A firm chest rubs against my back, the friction scintillating.
A thick cock tempts my ass as it slides up and down.
It’s just a tease because he drops down low and lifts my hips off the sheet, level with his face. He runs a tongue up the swell of my ass and I jolt, ready for anything he’s about to give me.
Two fingers slide into me, and I moan. Will begins a steady rhythm as his mouth kisses and then bites my ass. I yelp out in pleasure and pain combined.
“Baby, you’re drenched.” With each word he pumps deeper with his fingers, curving them to hit the most sensitive spot. I bite the pillowcase and then exhale an audible groan in pleasure.
His fingers glide out of my wetness and circle my clit, forcing me to cry out his name while gyrating my hips. My breasts swell as his free hand takes one of my nipples and tugs firm, yet gently. The sensation in the darkness of the blindfold is too arousing, too pleasing, for my body to take.
His fingers work inside me again and I’m taken from a new angle that has me panting as heavily as before. I want to touch and kiss and suck every last inch of him. My hips are bucking, my legs widening. My core is clenching tightly as I grasp at the bars and scrape my nails against the metal. The burning desire for this man to bring me to release is so blistering that it’s painful.
My arms are sore from the way I’ve been thrashing about and holding tight. Still, I keep a grip on the metal because that’s what my officer commanded me to do.
Then, he grips the inside of my knees to hoist me up and slams into me from behind. I see stars inside the dark mask as he pumps and grinds, eliciting another orgasm to build. His hands are everywhere—my thighs, my stomach, my nipples … tugging just enough to hurt so bad that it’s good.
I can barely contain myself, circling my hips to match his thrusts. Will’s fingers dig into the sides of my hips, holding me still and sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure that has my hips rising off the bed and body weightless. My hands nearly bleed from how hard they’re gripping the rails.
If I ever doubted the man could levitate me, I was sorely mistaken. He can make me fucking fly.
The pillow beneath me muffles my screams and chants of his name and praises to God for making such a remarkable specimen. You’d think I’d be spent, but I’m the opposite. My body is zinging with excitement, raging for more of Will.
I can’t get enough.
I’m addicted.
Will leans back, so I roll over, unsure of where he is.
The mask lifts from my eyes, and I’m rewarded with the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.
William Bronson in his smoldering glory.
That simmer in his eyes is softer, glowing hazel as he brushes hair off my forehead and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“You can let go now.” He places a hand on my arm and gently guides it off the rod and then the next. “I want to make love to you now.”
I smile. “You don’t have to ask. This is your moment to take.”
“I don’t want to take from you, Melissa. I want everything you’re willing to give.”
