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Fuck, she’s so sweet. And a torturous devil, because this only makes me want the real thing more.
As soon as her lips wrap around my cock, I thrust, and hot adrenaline flushes through my bloodstream. She’s taking me so deep down her throat, keeping herself in total control. Saliva drips from her mouth, eyes watering, as I pump in and out. In and out. I’m fucking that mouth like I’ve been picturing all night, and she’s taking it so well that I’m not going to let ropes stop me from doing shit.
I’m mumbling incoherently, groaning around the wet fabric in my mouth, because I’m not going to spit it out myself. It only makes this better. Turns me on even more. Makes me a fucking animal.
Eventually, though, Maren reaches up to rip it out of my mouth so she can hear the words she’s being deprived of.
“Such pretty tears,” I tell her when one breaks free, “for my good little whore.” The edges of her lips turn up in as much of a smirk as she can manage, and she gags around me before she comes up for air.
Her hand replaces her mouth with slow strokes until I’m moaning her name under my breath. She stops, smiles. Continues. Stops. Continues. Until I’m fucking shaking. Then she drags her fingernails down my thighs as her tongue works over my balls.
“Fuck, baby, your ass is going to pay when I get out of these things,” I say, imagining it red and splotchy. “Covered in my handprints.”
“Promise?” she whispers, finally crawling up my body and kissing me.
“I promise you the world.”
She smiles, and my heart jumps.
Then my mouth waters as she gets on her knees, and I can see her skin glistening along her inner thighs. “Now, give me that perfect pussy. Let me taste you for real.”
Maren hovers over my face instead, just out of reach, so I take the opportunity to lick her arousal off her thighs. “Fuck, Maren,” I plead, ravenous. The fucking wetter the better. “You taste so good.” Her pussy pulses when I lick my lips, savoring it. “Give me more.”
Her eyes dance. “What makes you think you deserve it?”
“Fuck,” I groan, as the blood pumps heavily down my body, and I almost come. Her pussy wants to sit like it’s a life or death situation, but her brain—I’m in love… with her brain. “I don’t. I don’t deserve anything you’re willing to give me.” I bite the inside of her thigh. “I’m an asshole who would keepyoutied up in my house and make you come over and over and over for me. But I’ll spend every day trying to deserve it—your thoughts, your feelings, your body. I don’t know if I ever will, but I know for sure I’m the absolute fucking best at trying.”
She grabs my cheeks, her pupils so blown her green eyes are almost as black as mine. Her thoughts run through them, contemplating the seriousness of what I said.
“Good answer,” she says softly, then chuckles. “Now, let’s shut you up.”
I moan happily. “Please.”
Locke looks good tieddown; starved of me, satisfied with me, like he’s deliriously happy and out of his mind.
I lower myself down onto his mouth.
His hum reverberates up through my stomach, causing a new gush to coat his face.
And with every fiber stitched throughout me, I understand how fucking good it feels to dominate someone, possess them—because he’smine. It’s beautiful to see him wet withmeand loving it. It just doesn’t feel quite as good as when I’mhis, but this comes in a very close second, and whenever he wants to switch roles, I’ll happily oblige.
I arch my back and ride Locke’s face. My hands pull at the roots of his hair, holding his head right where I want it.
“This tongue is perfect,” I say, when he finds that rhythm and pressure that make me gasp. “You’re mine.” He moans something back incoherently. I look down at him just as his eyes fall closed, like he’s lost in a fantasy with traces of a smile crinkled in the corners. “Look at me when I’m being your dirty slut and watch me come.”
His eyes flutter open, and they’re so dark, almost bottomless, that I feel like I could tip forward and fall into them. I grab the headboard to steady myself from the lightheadedness.
He groans like I’ve sent him to heaven, pride bursting from the corners of his otherwise expressionless face. “Fuck,” I make out from the semi-words he’s muttering against my clit. His arms are straining, desperate for friction that he can’t give himself.
“Locke,” I moan as my orgasm builds. My hips have a mind of their own, grinding down against his mouth. My thighs shake and clench around his head. I can’t look anywhere else except his eyes as I read every emotion that flicks like Morse code across his face.
And he just watches me, intensity burning like coal in his eyes stuck on mine, as I shamelessly come undone for him.
When I’ve regained some semblance of brain activity and lift my jelly legs, he follows with his head to take one last lick, even though his face is covered. “I could watch you come like that forever. Come back and do it again. I’ll edge myself for hours for you. Just use me.”
“No,” I say, after consideration, shaking my head. “I want to sit somewhere else.”
I slide myself down and rub my sensitive clit along his shaft. Locke sucks in a harsh breath at the contact.
