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Jesse uses his thumb to play with my clit, and I clench around his fingers, my eyes rolling.
With his hand still on my throat, Jesse lowers his mouth to my pussy again.
“I can’t get enough of this cunt. You taste so fucking good.”
His tongue lavishes me with attention. He worships me with his mouth. And I come so fast, it’s almost embarrassing.
“Yes. Fuck,” he says. “What else do you want, Angel? What fantasies have you had about me?”
Jesse’s face glistens from the pleasure he’s given me.
I can’t say it, can I? Because it’s ridiculous. I’ve thought about it ever since the day he arrested me, even though it shouldn’t turn me on.
“Tell me,” he says. “Nothing is off the table.”
“You handcuffing me to the bed and having your way with me.”
“Wow.” Jesse brushes his hand over the back of his head. “Fucking hell, Angel.”
“It’s weird.”
“It isnotweird.”
And then he gets his handcuffs from his bedside table. Jesse turns me on the bed so that my head rests on the pillow. He takes my arms, lifting them above my head and then slips the cuffs onto my wrists. “Are the cuffs too tight?”
“No. I think I could slip out of them.”
Jesse laughs. “Of course you could.”
He takes a step back and tilts his head.
“What?”
“Just memorizing how you look.”
“I want you,” I say, because I’ve lost patience waiting.
I’m wet and swollen and ready for him, and he still hasn’t given it to me.
“That so?”
“Yeah.”
Jesse doesn’t bother taking off his pants entirely. He tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth then slides the condom over his length, his cock pulsing. Finally, he gets onto the bedand places one hand on my stomach to hold me in place. He places his tip at my entrance and presses into me.
My eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh my God. Jesse, baby, please. Oh God.”
“I’m going to go slow at first,” he says, holding me still, because god damn, I am squirming underneath him, bucking because I want more, but it’s alreadyso much.“Nice and slow, so you can take it.”
He presses into me, another inch, and I’m already pulsing and rising toward him.
“I want it,” I say, rattling the cuff beside my head, using my other hand to grasp the back of his neck. “I want it!”
“You’ll get it.”
He laughs and sucks my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me like a starving man, sheathing himself at such a slow pace that I whine and nip at his lips, angry that he’s making me wait.
