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legs
trembled and her heart raced. A rush of heat swarmed her neck and face.
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she began the slow ascent along his
thick shaft. The ridge of his head grazed raw nerves. She gasped. Jesus, she
wouldn’t make it to the top. But she had to…to experience the intensity of the
downward thrust and cure the craving gnawing at her insides.
    How could she feel so crazed and desperate and allow her
good sense to take flight in the realm of lust? Shit, she needed him deep
inside, tucked against her cervix.
    No, by choice, she wouldn’t make the entire ascent. Biting
her lip, she lowered her hips until she completely buried him in her depths.
She remained still, clutching and releasing his penis with her inner walls.
Each squeeze added sparks to the knot of quivering nerves. She ground her
bottom down and slid a finger between her legs to stroke her clit. The harder
she rubbed the swollen nub, the tighter her insides squeezed. Her hips fell
into rotation with her circling finger. She moved up and down, side to side,
trying to capture the electrical sensation just within reach.
    A hand grabbed hold of her wrist. “Don’t move!”
    Oh God! Not now! I only need two more seconds. “I
can’t stop,” she whined, shoving her ass into his groin, forcing his penis
deeper.
    His mouth lowered to her ear. “You will, or I’ll pull out
right now. That’ll make for a long day, won’t it?”
    She nodded but wouldn’t dare open her eyes. “Please? Just,”
she snuck in another rotation of her hips, “one more second.”
    “Baby, it’s all about control.”
    Argh!
    He brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked the one she’d
used to massage her clit. Her belly bottomed out. The erotic gesture, along
with the warm, slippery swirl of his tongue deepened the ache in her pussy.
God, she hurt. She squeezed her thighs, hoping the friction would spark a
climax.
    He laid her hand on the bed beside her breasts. “You’re not
listening, Annalee.”
    The grip he placed around her waist completely immobilized
her. If she didn’t fear screaming when opening her mouth, she would’ve pleaded
with him to fuck her crazy. As it stood, she was partially there already. Her
pussy throbbed, clit pulsated, heart raced and her mind was nearly delusional.
Forcing him to pull out now by not obeying would be a cruel, cruel punishment.
Why would she subject herself to that kind of torture?
    She painfully clenched her jaw.
    He loosened his hold. “Relax.” He kissed the sensitive area
below her ear.
    The warmth of his breath spread across her chest and down
her belly, affecting her like a skillful massage, easing the tension from her
limbs. She melted into the mattress.
    “Just like that,” he whispered against her skin. “Now roll onto
your back.”
    To comply meant she’d have to remove his cock from her body.
She didn’t want that to happen. It felt too good, as if it belonged there. And
she’d spent painstaking minutes manipulating them into that position. She shook
her head. “Can’t we stay like this?”
    He responded by starting a slow withdraw. She clamped her
pussy walls in a desperate attempt to keep him inside.
    “Don’t fight me.”
    “Please?” She whimpered when he completely withdrew. And in
her inconsolable moment of emptiness, she grabbed his penis and tried coaxing
it back in her cunt.
    He flipped her onto her back, rolled on top of her and
anchored her arms above her head with his large hands. Although she couldn’t
see his face clearly, his breath swirled around her cheeks.
    “Ever been bound to a bed, Annalee?”
    The thought shot a mixture of fear and excitement through
her blood. Her belly somersaulted and warm juices surged between her thighs.
“N-no.”
    “Do you still trust me?”
    “Yes.” To a degree. Was this crossing her boundaries? What
were her specific limitations? She’d previously told him she’d try anything
once. And being tied to a bed constituted anything . Was he being