My feet move of their own volition, stopping right at the foot of the bed between her spread legs. My hand finds its way between her folds, gliding the wetness leaking out her pussy to her clit and circling. I pick up speed as her breath quickens but pull away before she can reach her peak. She turns her flushed face in my direction.
“You don’t play fair,” she groans.
“I never said I would.” I walk around the bed, leaning over to clasp the rope around her wrist, looping one end and sliding it through to make a knot. The black rope looks beautiful against her skin. I can almost picture her completely bound.
Before I tie her other wrist, I stand and disrobe. My dick throbs between my muscled thighs as I climb back on the bed, take the rope from her left wrist, reach over, and bind it to her other one. As I lean over for her other hand, I feel her breath against my shaft before I feel her mouth wrap around me.
“Shittt,” I grunt, nearly buckling on top of her. She doesn’t let my sudden jerk stop her. I peer down and watch as she lifts her head off the bed in order to take me deeper into her mouth.
My head falls back as I enjoy the sensation of her tongue swirling around my tip. I clench my glutes, trying to regain my focus. Then I grab Emma’s hair, pulling her from my cock. I want to cry at the loss of the feeling, but I want more, and I can’t have that until she’s bound.
“You’re being bad, Dove. You had your chance to eat dinner. Now you have to wait to be fed,” I state, releasing her hair and tying her other wrist. Finally, I bring the excess rope to the metal hook at the top of the bed. I loop it through, pulling until Emma’s arms are stretched above her head, and tie it. I double-check the knot, ensuring it will hold before I climb off the bed.
“How does that feel? Are you okay?” I ask, reaching to grab the other spool of rope.
“Ready for more,” she moans. The sound causes my dick to jump.
I drop the rope.
Fuck it.
I can frog-tie her another time. Hearing her so wanton has me changing my game plan. Instead, I grab a condom and roll it on before squatting between her legs. Then I lower my nose to her pussy, and inhale.
Jesus.
She smells so fucking tantalizing. My mouth latches onto her clit while three fingers slide into her waiting walls.
“Ahh, yess,” she cries out, her legs almost snapping together.
“Keep your legs open, or I’ll tie them up,” I growl against her pussy. Her only response is another moan of pleasure and a clench around my fingers. I twist the digits inside her, pumping in and out slowly as my teeth nip at her clit. Just as I feel her orgasm mount, I pull my fingers out, crawl on the bed and slam inside her just as she comes, squeezing my cock so hard I nearly nut.
Before she can come down from her first orgasm, I renew my pace. My hips thrust back and forth, each stroke deeper than the last. I lean over her, grabbing her hair, bringing her mouth back to mine, and biting her lip. She returns my kiss tenfold, whimpering as my hips buck.
I need more.
Pulling from the kiss, I lower her back to the bed and pull out of her long enough to flip her, the hook on the wall allowing her to not be in pain as it turns with her. I slide my hand under her stomach and help lift her to her knees. Once she’s set, I spread her ass and suck from hole to hole.
“Fuck, Liam. Please, I need more,” she begs.
Positioning myself behind her, I sink back in, inch by inch, enjoying the feel of her stretching around me- how deep I feel from this angle- how fucking glorious her ass looks in this position. My hand raises and lands against her cheek, the imprint of my palm showing momentarily before disappearing. The idea of my hand imprinting for longer causes me to jerk on my next thrust.
I grip the globes of her ass. “Soon, I’m going to tie you up and have my ropes all over this fucking beautiful body as I mark you as mine, and you’re going to come so hard that the only dicks that will ever satisfy you will belong to my brothers and me,” I growl, bucking in and out of her.
“Don’t fucking stop,” she cries when I pull out and slam back in.
I remove my left hand and reach around her hips until my fingers rub her clit. Her body shakes, and her walls grip me so hard I forget to roll my hips forward.
“Fuck,” I snarl, finding my rhythm again. I pull my hips back and snap forward just as I pinch her clit. Emma comes on a loud shriek, spasming around my cock. I explode into the condom so hard I get lightheaded.
Our heavy breathing fills the space, and I take a moment to let all the blood find its way back to my brain before I pull out.
Sliding off the bed, I roll off the condom as I make my way to the bathroom, tossing it in the trash. I grab a rag and wet it with warm water before heading back to clean Emma up.
She’s sprawled on the bed, her cheek resting on the bed as she pants. “That was fucking amazing,” she says between gasps of air.
I’m about to wipe her down when I see her juices leaking out.
Can’t let that go to waste.
I lean over and suck all her cum up until there’s none left.
“Liam,” she whimpers. “You’re going to make me-” She doesn’t finish her sentences as she cries out, squirting into my mouth.
“Fucking delicious,” I grunt, slurping the last of the juices from her pussy. Then I take the rag and clean her up before I begin to untie her.
Once she’s untied, I massage her shoulders, trying not to get hard each time she moans.
After I’m finished, I bend, lowering my mouth and press a kiss between her shoulder blades. She lets out a contented sigh, then her breaths even out, and I know she’s asleep.
Lying next to her, I watch her as she sleeps. Her body is relaxed, and her face looks at peace. This is how I want her to always look, which means we need to deal with her mother and anyone else threatening to hurt her.
I reach over and brush the hair out of her face. A slight smirk appears as she mumbles something inaudibly. Whatever it is- she’s smiling, and I want to see this always. My eyes droop, but before I lose my battle to continue watching her to the sandman, I vow never to let her go.
ROWAN
The week is almost over, which means Senior Night and the big party are almost here. This also means Thanksgiving break is next week and that I need to hurry up and get all of these dates out of the way so that I can be free and clear of the bullshit.
I’ve only gone on dates with Brittany and Meagan at this point. I took Brittany to see a movie. She’s not as annoying when she’s not under Sam’s skirt. Meagan, on the other hand, was so annoying I was close to ditching her. We went to the diner, and all she did was complain about how unfair the Selection process is because no one’s paying her attention and that she’s a real viable option.
My date with Samantha didn’t count, and my father is making me relive that nonsense again.
Haven’t I endured enough with the leech?
I make my way down the hallway to AP English when I spot the hourglass silhouette of the girl who’s been starring in my dreams. Emma Bradford is a fucking sight to behold.
Quickening my step, I catch up and walk beside her.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.