Page 81 of Promise of Punishment

He smirks up at me, those blue eyes sinful. Dark blonde locks fall in disarray around his face, shadowing one eye. I’ve never known a sexier man, with a sexier body. He’s massive compared to me, covered in lean muscle and smooth skin that makes my mouth water.

“You don’t want that. Yet.” His hands glide up my torso to my nipples, circling them but not touching where I want.

“Wes,” I hiss in frustration.

He brushes the tip of one sensitive bud, then pinches it.

I moan. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.” I’m dying.

Blessedly, he does what I ask, licking my nipple and drawing it into his mouth. I spread my legs wider and buck my hips, realizing I’m free of the sashes at my ankles. When?

“Do you want my cock, sweet Fable?” He kisses my other nipple.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Do you want to be free?” He kisses a trail up my neck, killing me more.

“God yes!” I pant.

In a quick move, he unties me and lies back on the bed, pulling me onto his lap so I straddle his waist, his thick cock under me but not in me. His hands rest on my hips. “Is this what you want? Freedom to do what you wish?”

It takes me a second to get my bearings as I sit there with him trapped beneath me. My hair spills down my back, tickling the curve of my butt.

Wes drinks me in, my breasts, my face, my everything. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Shit. Does he plan to make me climax from his words?

“Take me, Fable. I’m yours.” He grabs the headboard behind him, letting me know I can do whatever I want. My plan is to impale myself on his magnificent cock, but then another idea comes to mind.

I catch his gaze and inch down his thighs, surprised my cast doesn’t snag on the silk bedding. When I’m where I need to be, I take his cock in my small hand and lick the top. Wes’s eyes spread wide, desire flaring in them. His biceps flex as he grips the headboard tighter.

I take him as deep as I can and suck on my way up, as if he was my favorite flavored lollipop. I’ve done this to him before during parties, but he always held back.

I work him faster, letting him know he can do what he needs to, hoping he takes the hint. His hand lands on the back of my head, holding me steady as he pounds his cock into my mouth like he’s lost control. I fight the urge to gag and focus on his sexy grunts and the desire they stir inside me.

“Fable,” he groans. “Sorry.”

Sorry? I look up.

He slides down the bed, taking me with him, then flips me into a sixty-nine position. Again, it takes me a second to catch up when he grips my thighs, spreading them wide, and thrusts his tongue inside me.

It feels so good I almost collapse. I join him, sucking his cock, trying to focus on him as he devours my needy pussy, but it’s hard to concentrate when I’m drunk on ecstasy.

Wes shoves a finger into me and bites my clit. I come at once, my orgasm cracking through me like a lightning strike.

I’m still riding the high when he positions me on all fours and slams into me from behind. My arms almost give out from the pleasure.

“See what you do to me, Fable. You make me crazy for you.” He pants, his hands on my hips as he pounds into me, faster than seems possible. “I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough of you. Never.” I arch my back, shocked at how desperate my body is for another orgasm. “Harder.” I can barely get the word out.

He fists my hair and tugs my head back, arching my spine more. His thrusts hit deeper, rubbing a place that sends pleasure flashing through me. When his moist finger skims my other hole, I get a rush I didn’t expect.

A loud moan tears from me. “Do it again.”

He slows his rhythm, my hair still in his fist, and brushes the same spot. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I pant, drugged on ecstasy.

“I was going to wait to try this, but I think my little angel is ready.”