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I think I like the ropes.
Chapter Eighteen
Arden’s chest is sticky with my release and I debate grabbing a washcloth to clean her up, but my inner caveman wins out. Turning off the wand, I unstrap it from between her legs, and she hisses at the sensitivity. Her pretty pink cunt glistens; soaked, open and begging for me. There’s an enormous wet spot under her hips and looking at her pleasure soaking the sheets causes pride to swell in my chest.
“So beautiful. You were so good for me.” She smiles and puffs up at the praise, a glow gracing her cheeks. Moving my hand up, I rub my cum into her skin and she sighs, arching into my touch, loving the way I’m marking her. Perfection. Mine. Always.
“You feeling done, Sugar? Or you up for more?” I ask. My cock is already hard again, begging to fuck her warm cunt hard, but it has to be her choice. Her eyes snap to mine, roving down my torso before landing on my heavy erection. Biting her lip, she stares at my shaft, which twitches at the attention. “Ignore it. Just because that fucker won’t go down, that doesn’t mean we have to do more.”
“More always, Cowboy. I want you inside me,” her hoarse voice rasps against my skin, and if I weren’t already harder than a spike, I would be at the sound. “But I want to ride you.” She smiles shyly, then pulls the cord, which instantly releases her hands. The smooth black rope falls away in gentle coils, like an unwinding snake, before she reaches for me. Grabbing her hand, I check her wrists for ligature marks, pleased when they are still as pristine as before. I rub feeling back into them, kissing each palm before moving down the bed to release her legs.
As soon as she’s free, Arden holds her hands out, and I go to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “You okay, Sugar?” I ask—desperate to know that she’s comfortable with what we’ve done.
“Better than okay, but I feel empty,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes coyly. She skates her fingers down my back before twisting hard, causing me to fall to my back on the bed. Right in the wet spot.
“I see how it is,” I grumble good-naturedly, a huge grin on my face so she knows there’s no anger.
“You covered me in your come. Only fair you lay in mine,” she sasses, trailing her hand over my abs. My hands lash out, tickling her side. And I’m so happy when the sudden move doesn’t cause her to shy away. The trust makes me feel like a fucking king.
Arden laughs gleefully, happiness lighting her face, and it hits me straight in the heart. This is how I always want her to look. Happy, glowing—freshly fucked. Her long blond braid swings forward as she tosses a leg over my hips, running her slick pussy up and down the length of my cock. Her juices coat me, and I wrap my hands in the sheets to stop myself from grabbing her hips and slamming her onto my length. After being tied up, she wants to be in charge, and I want to let her.
“You're gonna be a good boy for me now, Cowboy?” she brats, her pussy soaking my cock. “I’m going to ride you so hard.” Her head falls back, breasts thrusting forward with a moan when I piston my hips up to nudge her clit.
Reaching up, I tug at her braid, and the slight sting makes her grind down on me harder. Fuck. The most amazing torture.
“I’ll be anything you want, Arden,” I promise, and mean it in every sense of the word. Something big and heavy sits between us, unspoken feelings that we won’t be able to hold back much longer. Her eyes meet mine, seeing it all—reflecting the same emotions back at me.
We’re forever. However long it takes. She’s my soulmate, and I’m hers.
“I want everything,” she whimpers, lifting up and impaling herself on my cock in one fast motion. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, her walls ripple around me, coating me in their wetness, surrounding me feeling absolutely amazing. Too amazing…
Arden moves, sliding up and down slowly, every second feeling better than the next. Palming her hips, I halt her. “Condom, Sugar,” I grunt out, trying to lift her off me.
“I’m on the pill. Please, I want to feel all of you,” she begs, and at her words, I’m all in. I don’t even care about the pill. The thought of her swelling with my child in her belly makes me feel feral, and I arch my hips. My hands guide the rhythm, slamming into her from below.
“Oh, Jeremy,” she cries every time I go deep, and a pink flush builds over her breasts. Our bodies slap together, the wet sounds filling the room along with pants and moans. My name is a mantra on her lips as we race toward the finish.
I fuck her deep and hard. My thrusts smooth until I can’t hold back for another second. Never leaving the warmth of her pussy, I flip us over and lift her legs to my shoulders, getting even deeper inside her. As close as two people can get. In, out, in out… I can’t tell anymore where one of us ends and the other begins.
The room blurs around me, my sole focus on bringing her pleasure. Reaching between us, I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing circles around as I rut her into the mattress. Her cries build, and the walls of her pussy flutter around me as pleasure coils at the base of my spine. My balls tighten, ready to come, but she has to first. Sweat trickles down my back as I keep up the pace.
“Jeremy, I’m coming,” she sobs, and her whole body shakes. Arden’s pussy clamps around me and I can’t hold back for another second, shooting deep inside her before my legs give out. My heart thunders in my chest when I roll onto my side, keeping myself buried within her while wrapping my arm around her and tugging her sweaty body against mine.
“Rest, I’ve got you,” I pant, kissing her head and shoulder. She relaxes against me, and goosebumps pop over her skin, so I tug a blanket over us. Arden’s eyes flutter closed, her breath deepening as her heart rate comes down.
Her warm body fits perfectly against mine. Like she was always meant to be there. Always meant to be mine.
Now I just hope she wants to stay.
Be mine forever.
Chapter Nineteen
“And then his shoe fell off on the swing and went flying into the mud puddle,” Theo exclaims, telling me all about the fun he had throughout the day. He seems no worse for the wear after his woodland adventure. Truth be told, he rebounded from it way faster than I did.
“Luckily, it didn’t hit anyone,” I say, pulling my car up right in front of the house.
“I know, it zoomed right by this girl’s head,” he agrees, unbuckling from his booster seat and grabbing his backpack. The car door opens with a squeak—ancient mess—and I climb out before turning to release Theo. He pops out and leaps into my arms, causing me to stagger under his weight, but I manage it, unsure how much longer I’ll be able to carry him like this. Kids grow way too fast.
