it. Her hips shifted on the bed and she moaned. I gave her a gentle tug with my
teeth, moved to the other side and sucked at her other breast. I drew her deeper into my mouth, bit her harder.
She writhed against me. Desperate.
I gave her some of what she craved, dragging my fingers roughly across her body before plunging them into her. I smiled to
myself when she lifted her hips again. She was ready. Finally.
I tore myself away from her breast and straddled her, moving up her body so my cock rested between her breasts, right where
her heart pounded.
“Do you think you’re ready, Abigail? Because I’m tired of waiting. Are you ready? Answer me!”
“Yes, Master. Please. Yes.”
I pushed my cock to her lips, wanting her to feel it. “Kiss my cock. Kiss it before it fucks you.”
Her lips came up and gently brushed me, but as I watched, her tongue came out and she licked me.
I nearly came all over her face.
Fuck.
She couldn’t go off doing things like that, disobeying me. I lightly slapped her cheek. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”
I slid down her body to the apex of her legs. With one hand, I lifted her hips, and with the other, I placed myself at her
entrance.
I took a deep breath.
Abigail held hers.
Ever so slowly, I pushed myself into her. She was tight and wet and hot and felt better than any woman should feel. I pushed
farther, wanting to close my eyes to enjoy the sensation and simultaneously wanting to keep them open so I could watch as
I finally claimed Abigail King.
Tight. She was so tight.
Fuck.
The angle was wrong. I couldn’t fit inside all the way.
“Damn.” I rocked back and forth, sliding in a bit deeper, but it wasn’t enough. “Move with me.”
She lifted her hips and, yes, that was it. I slipped in deeper.
I looked down—I was almost completely inside. I closed my eyes and thrust hard. A groan ripped from my throat as I entered
her fully. I stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her, trying to sear into memory the feel of her hot and wet around
me. I looked down to our joined bodies and allowed my eyes to take in the sight of Abigail bound to my bed.
Better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
Except, I told myself, it was really happening. I pulled out and watched my cock slide back into her. She lifted her hips
under me. Hungry. Needy.
And all at once, I was hungry and needy as well. “You think you’re ready?” I pulled almost all the way out, steadied myself,
and slammed into her, pulling out just as quickly.
I glanced down to make sure she was okay and she was. She pulled against the restraints.
That’s my girl. My naughty, naughty girl.
I let loose then, thrusting into her, letting my body lead. She answered in kind, lifting her hips and meeting me. Drops of
sweat beaded on my forehead, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
Under me, Abigail’s lips were parted. She was close. I thrust harder, picked up my pace, wanting to bring her to the edge
with me. She started making a little panting noise.
“Come when you want,” I said, and her muscles constricted around me as she climaxed.
I pushed inside her and held still, back arched against the pleasure of releasing into her. But I knew I could give her more,
so I thrust again and again and was rewarded with the feel of her second climax.
I dipped my head and struggled to catch my breath.
When I could breathe, I lowered myself to her and whispered in her ear, “One.”
Her body was flushed with the pleasure I’d given her and a smile danced on her lips. She shifted her body, and I checked to
make sure her restraints were okay. That she wasn’t too uncomfortable. She looked fine.
And by fine, I meant totally fuckable fine.
I rolled off the bed and went to the dresser. From the top, I took the hand salve and walked to the foot of the bed. I unshackled
her right leg, took it gently in my hands and rubbed salve where the restraints had been. I took my time, making
teeth, moved to the other side and sucked at her other breast. I drew her deeper into my mouth, bit her harder.
She writhed against me. Desperate.
I gave her some of what she craved, dragging my fingers roughly across her body before plunging them into her. I smiled to
myself when she lifted her hips again. She was ready. Finally.
I tore myself away from her breast and straddled her, moving up her body so my cock rested between her breasts, right where
her heart pounded.
“Do you think you’re ready, Abigail? Because I’m tired of waiting. Are you ready? Answer me!”
“Yes, Master. Please. Yes.”
I pushed my cock to her lips, wanting her to feel it. “Kiss my cock. Kiss it before it fucks you.”
Her lips came up and gently brushed me, but as I watched, her tongue came out and she licked me.
I nearly came all over her face.
Fuck.
She couldn’t go off doing things like that, disobeying me. I lightly slapped her cheek. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”
I slid down her body to the apex of her legs. With one hand, I lifted her hips, and with the other, I placed myself at her
entrance.
I took a deep breath.
Abigail held hers.
Ever so slowly, I pushed myself into her. She was tight and wet and hot and felt better than any woman should feel. I pushed
farther, wanting to close my eyes to enjoy the sensation and simultaneously wanting to keep them open so I could watch as
I finally claimed Abigail King.
Tight. She was so tight.
Fuck.
The angle was wrong. I couldn’t fit inside all the way.
“Damn.” I rocked back and forth, sliding in a bit deeper, but it wasn’t enough. “Move with me.”
She lifted her hips and, yes, that was it. I slipped in deeper.
I looked down—I was almost completely inside. I closed my eyes and thrust hard. A groan ripped from my throat as I entered
her fully. I stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her, trying to sear into memory the feel of her hot and wet around
me. I looked down to our joined bodies and allowed my eyes to take in the sight of Abigail bound to my bed.
Better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
Except, I told myself, it was really happening. I pulled out and watched my cock slide back into her. She lifted her hips
under me. Hungry. Needy.
And all at once, I was hungry and needy as well. “You think you’re ready?” I pulled almost all the way out, steadied myself,
and slammed into her, pulling out just as quickly.
I glanced down to make sure she was okay and she was. She pulled against the restraints.
That’s my girl. My naughty, naughty girl.
I let loose then, thrusting into her, letting my body lead. She answered in kind, lifting her hips and meeting me. Drops of
sweat beaded on my forehead, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
Under me, Abigail’s lips were parted. She was close. I thrust harder, picked up my pace, wanting to bring her to the edge
with me. She started making a little panting noise.
“Come when you want,” I said, and her muscles constricted around me as she climaxed.
I pushed inside her and held still, back arched against the pleasure of releasing into her. But I knew I could give her more,
so I thrust again and again and was rewarded with the feel of her second climax.
I dipped my head and struggled to catch my breath.
When I could breathe, I lowered myself to her and whispered in her ear, “One.”
Her body was flushed with the pleasure I’d given her and a smile danced on her lips. She shifted her body, and I checked to
make sure her restraints were okay. That she wasn’t too uncomfortable. She looked fine.
And by fine, I meant totally fuckable fine.
I rolled off the bed and went to the dresser. From the top, I took the hand salve and walked to the foot of the bed. I unshackled
her right leg, took it gently in my hands and rubbed salve where the restraints had been. I took my time, making
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