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"Tell me," he whispered hot against my throat. "Tell me I can save you, Garnet."
He had looked at my driver's license in the van, but it was the first time he had called me by my name. Not bitch or baby.
"Say yes, Garnet." He kissed my throat, sucked at the skin as his cock swelled against his jeans to push at my soft, exposed stomach. "Say yes before someone knocks on that door and I have to do it anyway."
I said nothing—just trembled in silence in his rough embrace, my pussy warm and clenching.
Threading an arm between my back and the wall, Dean swept the other arm against my knees and lifted me like I was some runway model instead of a woman careening toward a BMI of thirty. I couldn't fight muscles like that with anything other than my brain. I had to focus.
Carrying me to the bed, Dean crushed his mouth against mine. Breaking the kiss, he placed me center of the mattress. My shoes disappeared, followed by the dress slacks, my bound hands useless in stopping him. With my pants off, his gaze landed on the black, thigh high stockings.
His mouth relaxed, the lips parting as his nostrils flared. Lust, fringed by thick lashes, simmered in his eyes. My nipples puckered tighter in response. Another twinge of need rippled through my pussy. Struggling to understand and control my body's response, I sucked a ragged breath in.
"I did not expect these at all, baby." Dean ran a finger under the stocking’s band and lifted one dark brow. "Almost a shame to tie you up with them, they’re so sexy."
A second twinge, harder and longer than the first, pulled at me and I almost moaned. Hating that I couldn't control my own body, I kicked at Dean. He caught the leg then gathered both of them together. Tucking my calves between his muscular arm and torso, he immobilized my lower body.
Staring at me, Dean licked slowly at his lips. From where my knees pressed together, he trailed a finger toward the gusset of my black panties. He pushed aside one edge of the fabric. His eyes drifted shut, his nostrils flaring once more as he breathed in my scent.
"You smell ready, baby."
I didn’t need his confirmation to know I was wet. I could already feel the droplets of moisture hanging like translucent pearls at the end of my pubic hair. Even with a corpse at my feet at the apartment, my body had responded to Dean from first glance to last. Now that we were alone—my mind confused from his earlier statements and his hands on me—arousal flamed through me.
He brushed a knuckle against the hair covering my mound. Bringing the finger to his mouth, he sucked at it, the sensual acting provoking another burst of cream from my pussy.
"I'm going to taste all of you, Garnet. My tongue is going to lick every last drop of moisture from your sweet depths."
Dropping my legs, Dean rose quickly and stripped his shirt away. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect body. The skin was a warm, light brown. His thick torso was muscled, the biceps on his upper arms so big I wouldn’t be able to get my hands around them. Small dark nipples accented the massive plates on his chest, each bigger than my head.
I forced myself to look away until I heard his boot drop to the floor. Glancing from the side of my eye, I saw him balance on one leg and then the other. Wearing just his jeans, he crawled onto the mattress. He straddled my hips, grabbed hold of the sash and forced my arms up over my head. He secured the tie to the slatted headboard, his hips lifting as he worked to bring his jean-clad cock close to my face.
Seeing the way the denim hugged his heavy balls and thick cock, I groaned.
A soft smile playing at his lips, Dean slid lower down my body. "Maybe you do like what you see, baby."
Gently, he tucked my breasts back into the bra’s cups and refastened the hooks.
"I know I do." His hands trailed down the sides of my stomach and along my hips to stop at the top band of the nylons. Carefully, he rolled the left nylon down my thigh and over my knee, the back of his hand softly brushing the inside of my trembling right leg.
With the nylon removed, he slid off the bed and looped the fabric over the top of my ankle, the ends crossing behind my Achilles tendon before he tied it to one of the footboard’s slats. A moment’s panic surged through me as he reached for my right leg. I kicked at him. He caught me around my calf before I could land the blow.
"You should save that energy for fucking, not fighting, baby girl." Cupping my heel, he brought my foot close to his face. He traced a light line down the center sole until my toes splayed inside the nylon. Smiling, he nosed the inside edge as his free hand ran up my leg to my knee then down my thigh. His eyes fluttered shut and, through the nylon, he kissed my ankle.
Still holding my foot, Dean opened his eyes and climbed onto the bed. Grabbing the top edge of the nylon, he slowly peeled it from my leg. His mouth traveled in the opposite direction, planting kisses until the soft hair crowning his head brushed against my inner thighs. The dark curls tickled the muscles, causing my stomach and ass to tense. As I tightened, he looked up the length of my torso, his hot gaze scorching my senses.
His eyes still locked on mine, he stretched forward until his mouth was a hair’s width from my covered pussy. He pressed a kiss against the cloth, his lips landing near the top of my labial split. Taking the fabric between his teeth, he lifted his head. The motion pulled the material tight between the globes of my ass and along the line of my pussy.
He fisted the fabric so that it divided my lower lips then nosed along the gusset to nip and lick at the exposed flesh. "So sexy, baby, all this honey waiting for my tongue."
Shocked by the sensual kiss and my body's reaction, I gasped and cried out. "Don't. Please."
He pulled back, another warning in his gaze as his fingers trailed down my thighs. Locating the discarded stocking, he tied my right foot to the frame so that my legs were spread wide. My body secured top and bottom, he prowled back up the bed on his hands and knees. He rolled, landing on his side next to me, and gently raked his nails from my knee up to my pussy. His touched lingered there to lightly probe before resuming the journey over my panties and stomach in a line wet with my juices. Reaching my mouth, he smeared the last of my cream against my lips.
"Listen to me." He grabbed an edge of the crimson sash and brushed it against my cheek. "This, baby girl, is red."
His hand moved back down to my black panties, hooking the waistband and pulling them tighter against my slit. "But these, baby, are white."
I scowled at him, not understanding his point or whether it was some kind of game.
