Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc by Alexa Rynn Page B

about
what a good girl she was set me over the edge and the next thing I knew I was
crushing my lips against hers and holding her tight to me. I tried to remember
to be gentle but she tasted and felt so good, like a drug that I hadn’t had in
so long and the desire was finally catching up with me at the thought of
another fix.
    She ran her hand
through my hair and pushed me closer to her.
    I pulled back and
took her good hand, placing it above her head. “No,” I told her, shaking my
head. “You’re still sore, you stay like this the whole time, no touching me,
I’m the one who gets to do all the work,” I growled.
    She wheezed,
knowing how hard is was going to be for her to keep her hands off of me.
“Cutter,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s going to
work.”
    “Well, you better
make it work,” I growled, the controlling side of me starting to take over.
“You aren’t to move your hand from above your head no matter what, do you
understand me, Grace?” I slipped one of my hands to around the back of her
hospital gown and undid the string tie easily. Let’s jus say I had experience
with tying and untying knots.
    Grace’s skin was
warm; like she’d just stepped out of a heated pool, and her entire body was
starting to come back down to reality. I traced slow circles up and down her
back. “I said , do you understand me, Grace?”
    “Yes,” she
whispered. “I understand.”
    “And what are you
going to do?”
    “I’m going to keep
my hand above my head no matter what.”
    I pushed the
fabric up her legs and toward the top of her stomach, shoving it all the way up
to her neck then I stuck my tongue out and started to lick up and down her skin
softly just above her breast line. She felt so soft and full; I wanted to eat
her entire body up. I nudged one of her boobs with my face then licked up and
down her cleavage. I would have thought that I’d be used to her giant tits by
now but they still drove my crazy every time.
    I took my time,
careful to avoid any spots on her body that looked like they might be badly
bruised or opened up, a lot of them had bandages over them so it wasn’t
particularly hard. My cock throbbed inside of my jeans, begging me for
permission to come out and play but he was going to have to wait. I hadn’t had
Grace in over fourteen long days and now I was going to enjoy every inch of
her, dragging it out for as long as necessary.
    I finally reached
around and unclipped Grace’s bra, moving it off her soft boobs and pushing it
up to her chin with the rest of her clothing. Her natural tits fell out with a
nice plump, hanging down her chest with her big round nipples sticking straight
out at me, already hard.
    I grinned and
flicked them back and forth a few times. “Look at those nipples, Grace.” I
pinched them between two of my fingers, feeling how hard they were as I rubbed
them back and forth. “Fuck,” I mumbled, shoving my mouth on top of one of them
and starting to suck back and forth fiercely like I was a baby who hadn’t
gotten any milk in hours.
    Grace gasped
loudly. “Oh my God! Oh my God, Cutter!”
    I unhitched my
mouth just a little bit and looked up into her eyes while I licked back and
forth over that fat, hard, nipple. I used my other hand to bounce her free boob
up and down. Her mouth was open and her eyes locked with mine. I could see the
pleasure there, the pure ecstasy. She was just as lost in this as I was.
    I hooked my hand
around her boob, grabbing it over and over again while it bounced up and down.
God, how I had missed those boobs, my boobs. “Whose boobs are these, Grace?”
    “Yours,” she
moaned.
    “Yeah?” I asked,
slapping them around some more. “These are Cutter’s big boobs, baby?” I took
one of her nipples completely in my mouth and sucked it dry then released it
hard, letting her boob fall back roughly against her chest.
    “Yes.”
    “Say it.”
    “They’re yours.”
    I shook my head.
“No, Grace,