her spine, the column of muscle, bone, and flesh broken only by the bright red and silver restraints holding her wrists folded one atop the other at the smallof her back. Then he put his hands, tanned dark and work-rough, on her ass and guided her to straddle his hips.
“Keep watching.” When she shifted, losing her balance as she focused over her shoulder at the darkly erotic sight of her body spread open for his, he added, “I won’t let you fall.”
Something in his tone caught her attention, turned her face to his. “Look,” he said brusquely, with a firm squeeze to her ass to reinforce the command.
She did as he ordered, strands of hair catching on her damp mouth and cheek as she did.
“Good,” he praised, his grip firm on the cradle of her hips. A little nudging, then the jolt of pressure as the tip of his cock pushed into wet heat, demanding entrance. When he was sure she had her balance, feet flat on the floor, poised above him, he gripped her restrained wrists and used the leverage to pull her down.
They both watched the straining shaft disappear into her body, the walls of her pussy tight, pulsing a little as she stretched to accommodate him. Her head tipped back as a low moan drifted from her throat. “Slow,” he said. “So slow I feel you ripple around me every time.”
His words bound her as effectively as the leather, weaving a spell that wound around her nerves, up her spine, into her brain. She moved as he demanded, rising and falling on his cock, and he could indeed feel the spasms each time she came to rest against his widespread thighs. All too quickly the sensation built, tension and need seething in the tip of his cock. He let his head drop back, surrendering to the slick tug and glide of her tight sheath. His heart pounded against his sternum, making him light-headed, so he lifted his head.
Her mouth was right there. He could have kissed her, because her mouth was right fucking there, lips soft and hot and moist, and fuck, he was drowning in the sensation of her, but he wouldn’t give in to that need. He clamped one hand on her hip to control her movements and fisted the other in her hair to tip her head back andravage her throat. She gave a trembling little moan when he tugged on her hair, but she never stopped moving.
In the mirror he watched his hand glide over her ass cheek, into the cleft where he pressed the pad of his middle finger against her pucker. Her cunt gripped him like a fist, and she pulled back to look at him.
“No?” he asked.
She didn’t answer with words, instead made a sound that was part laugh, part moan, and all arousal. He pushed firmly, not quite penetrating. She undulated, inside and out, pure yielding flame in his arms. Her motions slowed but gained strength as she leaned forward to work his cock over the bundle of nerves inside her, her hands gripping the opposite forearms with white knuckles.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Come for me.”
Her tight little nipples scraped against his bare chest with each rise and fall of her torso, tightening the hand in her hair. When she gasped and went over in a series of soft, hot shudders he drank in her helpless cry of release. It surged down his spine and straight to his cock, and just like that, he was trembling on the verge, gritting his teeth against shooting off like a teenager. His eyes slitted, he stared at their reflection in the mirror, saw Lauren fiddle with the snap hook, release her hands, and grip the back of the chair.
Feet flat on the floor, she lifted herself almost all the way off and slid back down. Leverage put power into the move, and she thudded against his pelvis, forcing a groan from his throat. He was so hard, granite hard, balls aching, electric tension seething in the tip of his cock, and he couldn’t swallow, much less breathe. She did it again, slow and confident and sexy as hell, and he stopped thinking, just watched his hands pull her hair and grip her ass as she rode him, sheathing
“Keep watching.” When she shifted, losing her balance as she focused over her shoulder at the darkly erotic sight of her body spread open for his, he added, “I won’t let you fall.”
Something in his tone caught her attention, turned her face to his. “Look,” he said brusquely, with a firm squeeze to her ass to reinforce the command.
She did as he ordered, strands of hair catching on her damp mouth and cheek as she did.
“Good,” he praised, his grip firm on the cradle of her hips. A little nudging, then the jolt of pressure as the tip of his cock pushed into wet heat, demanding entrance. When he was sure she had her balance, feet flat on the floor, poised above him, he gripped her restrained wrists and used the leverage to pull her down.
They both watched the straining shaft disappear into her body, the walls of her pussy tight, pulsing a little as she stretched to accommodate him. Her head tipped back as a low moan drifted from her throat. “Slow,” he said. “So slow I feel you ripple around me every time.”
His words bound her as effectively as the leather, weaving a spell that wound around her nerves, up her spine, into her brain. She moved as he demanded, rising and falling on his cock, and he could indeed feel the spasms each time she came to rest against his widespread thighs. All too quickly the sensation built, tension and need seething in the tip of his cock. He let his head drop back, surrendering to the slick tug and glide of her tight sheath. His heart pounded against his sternum, making him light-headed, so he lifted his head.
Her mouth was right there. He could have kissed her, because her mouth was right fucking there, lips soft and hot and moist, and fuck, he was drowning in the sensation of her, but he wouldn’t give in to that need. He clamped one hand on her hip to control her movements and fisted the other in her hair to tip her head back andravage her throat. She gave a trembling little moan when he tugged on her hair, but she never stopped moving.
In the mirror he watched his hand glide over her ass cheek, into the cleft where he pressed the pad of his middle finger against her pucker. Her cunt gripped him like a fist, and she pulled back to look at him.
“No?” he asked.
She didn’t answer with words, instead made a sound that was part laugh, part moan, and all arousal. He pushed firmly, not quite penetrating. She undulated, inside and out, pure yielding flame in his arms. Her motions slowed but gained strength as she leaned forward to work his cock over the bundle of nerves inside her, her hands gripping the opposite forearms with white knuckles.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Come for me.”
Her tight little nipples scraped against his bare chest with each rise and fall of her torso, tightening the hand in her hair. When she gasped and went over in a series of soft, hot shudders he drank in her helpless cry of release. It surged down his spine and straight to his cock, and just like that, he was trembling on the verge, gritting his teeth against shooting off like a teenager. His eyes slitted, he stared at their reflection in the mirror, saw Lauren fiddle with the snap hook, release her hands, and grip the back of the chair.
Feet flat on the floor, she lifted herself almost all the way off and slid back down. Leverage put power into the move, and she thudded against his pelvis, forcing a groan from his throat. He was so hard, granite hard, balls aching, electric tension seething in the tip of his cock, and he couldn’t swallow, much less breathe. She did it again, slow and confident and sexy as hell, and he stopped thinking, just watched his hands pull her hair and grip her ass as she rode him, sheathing
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