never told anyone, I want to know those things
to. I’ve never wanted to know more. Sex has always been enough. More than
enough. Silence and fucking in your dreams is all I’ve ever needed. But with
you, it’s not, I need more from you.”
“You’ve got all of me, every inch.” Her pussy squeezed him
tight, making him curse before he swept in, claiming her lips just as he owned
her cunt, filling it completely with each frenzied stroke.
“I want more, Rose. I want it all. Give me what I want.” He
squeezed her ass, yanking her to him on every stroke, maintaining a rhythm she
couldn’t keep her sanity through. He shoved his thumb between them, rubbing her
hard clit, making her twitch and beg.
“I need to come, Nico. Your hands on me, they’re so sexy.
They make me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.”
“You’re prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen. You’re
radiant, gorgeous inside and out.”
He sounded so sincere she almost believed him. “Kiss me,”
she pleaded. “Just one kiss and I’ll come for you…only for you, my Nico.”
“Mine,” he growled as his lips descended upon hers.
He fucked her hard, filling her, using her body as a
counterweight to his movements. It was as if she were fucking him too, even
though she couldn’t touch him. She had just enough leverage using the chain
holding her up and the grip she had around his lean waist.
She moaned into his mouth as he kissed the orgasm out of
her. She hadn’t asked permission but only because he’d already given it to her.
Making him proud was all she cared about as she came on his cock. Doing what he
needed to be happy, in that instance she regretted it only being a dream. For
the first time she really wanted it to be real.
She pulled her mouth away, throwing her head back on a gasp
as he pinched her clit hard, then grabbed two handfuls of her ass and
pile-drived into her pussy as if he’d never see her again.
“Your pussy keeps kissing the head of my cock. Damn it’s
fucking hot. I’d love to take you bare, just once. I’d love to know what every
inch of your sexy cunt feels like when you come.”
Words alone triggered another set of fireworks to ignite
deep inside her. She twitched and moaned as he filled her. He shafted her
perfectly until his orgasm took over, stealing his muscle control. It turned
him into nothing but a man coming inside his woman.
“I can feel you coming,” she whispered as he leaned close,
kissing her hard between an inhale and an exhale.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
He slowed, squeezing her ass, holding her close, lifting her
wrists free from what had held her up so perfectly for him. He slipped the
blindfold free but she kept her eyes closed, so lost in the moment she didn’t
want to lose it. The closeness seemed connected to the darkness somehow, so she
went with it, not caring to overthink or question it.
He laid her in bed, unhooked her feet around his waist, then
slipped free of her drenched sex. “Be right back,” he whispered.
She lay there with her legs spread, naked in more ways than
one, and her cuffed wrists sitting on her ribs. Water running didn’t make a
dent in her consciousness. When he returned and slipped the leather from around
her wrists, freeing them, she only smiled.
Her brain finally kicked on a bit more when he climbed into
bed next to her, pulling her close.
“Bicycle accident at the ripe old age of twelve.”
“Huh?” he asked, clearly perplexed.
“The scar on my knee you wanted to know about.” She bent her
knee, tracing her scar. “I may have been a bit of a tattletale when I was
younger, especially with my best friend’s older brother and some of his
friends. Pretty sure it was my first attempt at flirting but I was too young to
know it. I pushed my luck one day and they chased me on their bikes when they
figured out I ratted them out for getting up on a neighbor’s roof.” She turned
toward him, snuggling in close to his side, closing her eyes.
to. I’ve never wanted to know more. Sex has always been enough. More than
enough. Silence and fucking in your dreams is all I’ve ever needed. But with
you, it’s not, I need more from you.”
“You’ve got all of me, every inch.” Her pussy squeezed him
tight, making him curse before he swept in, claiming her lips just as he owned
her cunt, filling it completely with each frenzied stroke.
“I want more, Rose. I want it all. Give me what I want.” He
squeezed her ass, yanking her to him on every stroke, maintaining a rhythm she
couldn’t keep her sanity through. He shoved his thumb between them, rubbing her
hard clit, making her twitch and beg.
“I need to come, Nico. Your hands on me, they’re so sexy.
They make me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.”
“You’re prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen. You’re
radiant, gorgeous inside and out.”
He sounded so sincere she almost believed him. “Kiss me,”
she pleaded. “Just one kiss and I’ll come for you…only for you, my Nico.”
“Mine,” he growled as his lips descended upon hers.
He fucked her hard, filling her, using her body as a
counterweight to his movements. It was as if she were fucking him too, even
though she couldn’t touch him. She had just enough leverage using the chain
holding her up and the grip she had around his lean waist.
She moaned into his mouth as he kissed the orgasm out of
her. She hadn’t asked permission but only because he’d already given it to her.
Making him proud was all she cared about as she came on his cock. Doing what he
needed to be happy, in that instance she regretted it only being a dream. For
the first time she really wanted it to be real.
She pulled her mouth away, throwing her head back on a gasp
as he pinched her clit hard, then grabbed two handfuls of her ass and
pile-drived into her pussy as if he’d never see her again.
“Your pussy keeps kissing the head of my cock. Damn it’s
fucking hot. I’d love to take you bare, just once. I’d love to know what every
inch of your sexy cunt feels like when you come.”
Words alone triggered another set of fireworks to ignite
deep inside her. She twitched and moaned as he filled her. He shafted her
perfectly until his orgasm took over, stealing his muscle control. It turned
him into nothing but a man coming inside his woman.
“I can feel you coming,” she whispered as he leaned close,
kissing her hard between an inhale and an exhale.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
He slowed, squeezing her ass, holding her close, lifting her
wrists free from what had held her up so perfectly for him. He slipped the
blindfold free but she kept her eyes closed, so lost in the moment she didn’t
want to lose it. The closeness seemed connected to the darkness somehow, so she
went with it, not caring to overthink or question it.
He laid her in bed, unhooked her feet around his waist, then
slipped free of her drenched sex. “Be right back,” he whispered.
She lay there with her legs spread, naked in more ways than
one, and her cuffed wrists sitting on her ribs. Water running didn’t make a
dent in her consciousness. When he returned and slipped the leather from around
her wrists, freeing them, she only smiled.
Her brain finally kicked on a bit more when he climbed into
bed next to her, pulling her close.
“Bicycle accident at the ripe old age of twelve.”
“Huh?” he asked, clearly perplexed.
“The scar on my knee you wanted to know about.” She bent her
knee, tracing her scar. “I may have been a bit of a tattletale when I was
younger, especially with my best friend’s older brother and some of his
friends. Pretty sure it was my first attempt at flirting but I was too young to
know it. I pushed my luck one day and they chased me on their bikes when they
figured out I ratted them out for getting up on a neighbor’s roof.” She turned
toward him, snuggling in close to his side, closing her eyes.
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