she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
“I’d never hurt you,” he said, approaching the bed.
“I know.” And she did. There was no fear inside her. Guy would never hurt her at all. He’d been too caring in the weeks they’d known each other.
“Then trust me.”
She stared into his eyes and gave him her wrist. He placed her hand near the headboard, and she waited as he bound her to the bed. Guy moved to the other side of the bed taking hold of her hand and binding her other wrist to the bed.
“You can fight all you want, baby. I’m going to have you screaming and begging for release,” he said.
His hand stroked her body. He circled her nipple, and she felt herself tense at his touch. The electricity from the touch had her moaning. It was the strangest sensation in the world. None of the men she’d been with had ever left her feeling like this.
What was it about Guy that changed her?
The chemistry between them sizzled hotter than ever before.
“Now, I think I can play with your sweet pussy.”
She watched him crawl between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to have you come on my tongue.”
From her position she could do nothing but feel what he did to her. His fingers opened up her pussy, and then she felt his tongue. He slid his tongue over her clit, circling around the nub. She screamed out, moaning as he consumed her with his tongue alone.
One of his hands left her sex. It wasn’t long before she felt those fingers sliding inside her core. Like the rest of his body, Guy’s fingers were long and thick.
“So tight. So wet and so fucking ready. Do you want my cock, baby?” he asked.
“Yes.” She screamed her answer not caring if her neighbors could hear her cries of pleasure. Emily had never tested the thickness of the walls, and right now, with Guy’s fingers knuckle deep inside her, she didn’t care who heard.
In fact she hoped everyone heard the pleasure she was getting from what he was doing to her.
Two fingers slammed inside her, going deep. They were not deep enough, and she wanted to feel his cock pounding away. Instead he worked her pussy with both fingers and tongue.
She cried out, wriggling in her restraints. Emily cursed him and begged him.
“Please, let me come,” she said, yelling at the top of her lungs needing her release more than she needed her next breath.
“That’s what I was waiting for.”
A third finger pressed inside her, and he flicked her clit with his tongue. She felt her orgasm approaching, the slow build in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, moaning.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me.”
Her orgasm took over, and she screamed out her pleasure. Guy rode the wave with her going in deep with his fingers. She felt them turn around and stroke over her g-spot. Emily splintered apart. She’d never felt so much pleasure in such a short time. The pleasure was all-consuming and left nothing to the imagination of what was going to come.
Chapter Seven
Wiping Emily’s juices from his chin, Guy leaned back seeing the pleasure on her face. Her essence exploded on his tongue, and he loved the taste of her. The short taste he’d gotten was enough to make him addicted. Emily made him yearn for shit he shouldn’t have any business wanting.
“Thank you,” she said.
He left the room grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket. Guy learned early in life never to leave home without some protection on his person.
When he returned to her room he found her struggling with the restraints on her hand. He heard a sob coming from her. “Why are you crying?” he asked.
She jumped, squealing. “I thought you’d left.”
“Why would I leave?” She was confusing him, and he didn’t know what he’d missed from being between her thighs to getting the condom. “We’re only getting started.”
He released her bindings, and she sat up on the bed wiping at her eyes.
“Forget about my reaction. It was nothing. It was
“I’d never hurt you,” he said, approaching the bed.
“I know.” And she did. There was no fear inside her. Guy would never hurt her at all. He’d been too caring in the weeks they’d known each other.
“Then trust me.”
She stared into his eyes and gave him her wrist. He placed her hand near the headboard, and she waited as he bound her to the bed. Guy moved to the other side of the bed taking hold of her hand and binding her other wrist to the bed.
“You can fight all you want, baby. I’m going to have you screaming and begging for release,” he said.
His hand stroked her body. He circled her nipple, and she felt herself tense at his touch. The electricity from the touch had her moaning. It was the strangest sensation in the world. None of the men she’d been with had ever left her feeling like this.
What was it about Guy that changed her?
The chemistry between them sizzled hotter than ever before.
“Now, I think I can play with your sweet pussy.”
She watched him crawl between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to have you come on my tongue.”
From her position she could do nothing but feel what he did to her. His fingers opened up her pussy, and then she felt his tongue. He slid his tongue over her clit, circling around the nub. She screamed out, moaning as he consumed her with his tongue alone.
One of his hands left her sex. It wasn’t long before she felt those fingers sliding inside her core. Like the rest of his body, Guy’s fingers were long and thick.
“So tight. So wet and so fucking ready. Do you want my cock, baby?” he asked.
“Yes.” She screamed her answer not caring if her neighbors could hear her cries of pleasure. Emily had never tested the thickness of the walls, and right now, with Guy’s fingers knuckle deep inside her, she didn’t care who heard.
In fact she hoped everyone heard the pleasure she was getting from what he was doing to her.
Two fingers slammed inside her, going deep. They were not deep enough, and she wanted to feel his cock pounding away. Instead he worked her pussy with both fingers and tongue.
She cried out, wriggling in her restraints. Emily cursed him and begged him.
“Please, let me come,” she said, yelling at the top of her lungs needing her release more than she needed her next breath.
“That’s what I was waiting for.”
A third finger pressed inside her, and he flicked her clit with his tongue. She felt her orgasm approaching, the slow build in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, moaning.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me.”
Her orgasm took over, and she screamed out her pleasure. Guy rode the wave with her going in deep with his fingers. She felt them turn around and stroke over her g-spot. Emily splintered apart. She’d never felt so much pleasure in such a short time. The pleasure was all-consuming and left nothing to the imagination of what was going to come.
Chapter Seven
Wiping Emily’s juices from his chin, Guy leaned back seeing the pleasure on her face. Her essence exploded on his tongue, and he loved the taste of her. The short taste he’d gotten was enough to make him addicted. Emily made him yearn for shit he shouldn’t have any business wanting.
“Thank you,” she said.
He left the room grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket. Guy learned early in life never to leave home without some protection on his person.
When he returned to her room he found her struggling with the restraints on her hand. He heard a sob coming from her. “Why are you crying?” he asked.
She jumped, squealing. “I thought you’d left.”
“Why would I leave?” She was confusing him, and he didn’t know what he’d missed from being between her thighs to getting the condom. “We’re only getting started.”
He released her bindings, and she sat up on the bed wiping at her eyes.
“Forget about my reaction. It was nothing. It was
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