The Girl Who Always Wins (Soulless 13)

He tried to keep his distance, but his curiosity drew him closer. He eyed the panties on the duvet then returned his gaze to me.

I grabbed him by the arm and shoved him.

He fell back onto the bed, his body bouncing slightly against the mattress.

I climbed on top of him and tied one wrist to the headboard, my panties strong enough to secure his wrist to the wood.

He watched me, letting me do whatever I wanted.

I tied the other then tested the security.

Yep. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Immobilized, he watched me yank down his bottoms and reveal the hard cock that gave him away. His shoes were removed, so he was naked from the waist down. He didn’t struggle against the bindings, allowed them to keep him in place.

I stripped off my clothes, getting down to my thong.

He watched me, his eyes falling into that deep intensity that I liked.

I took my time with the last piece, bending over as I scooped it over my ass. The material fell to my ankles before I kicked them onto his chest.

His hands immediately yanked on the bindings, but his wrists bounced back into place.

I took my time climbing up his body, my palms pressing into his hard chest and rock-hard stomach. I lowered my ass to his crotch, letting my wet pussy press up against his dick.

He immediately closed his eyes and moaned.

I started to grind against him, lubricating his shaft with the wetness that was constantly between my legs whenever he was in the same room.

Sometimes his wrists would yank against the elasticity of my underwear, but he surrendered a moment later, moaning as he lifted his hips, rubbing his dick through my wetness.

My palms flattened against his chest, and I continued to rock my hips, torturing him with my arousal.

He’d made me suffer these last few days. Now it was my turn to make him suffer.

“Baby…” He pleaded with me with his eyes, his heavy breathing and flushed skin so sexy.

“You want this pussy?”

His intense eyes gave his answer.

“Then you stay. All night. With me.”

He gave an eager nod.

“And next time, you bring a bag.”

He continued to grind his hips against me, pressing his hard dick through my lips. “What if I never want to bring a bag again?”

My hips stopped rocking. “Then it looks like you’re going to be tied to my bed until you change your mind.”

“What if I don’t need a bag?”

I stared at him, realizing I failed to understand his meaning.

“Because all my stuff is already here.”

My hips started rocking again, as did his. I stared, realizing what his intentions were. “This is moving really fast…”

“Really? I don’t think it’s moving fast enough.”

I arched my back and brought my face closer to his, seeing the intensity in his eyes take on a whole new light as he growled, “I don’t need years to know how I feel about you. And I don’t care about adhering to social timeliness either. I want you with me—always.”

“I think you’re just saying this because your dick is about to explode.”

“It’s definitely speeding it along.” He yanked his wrists against the panties, like he wanted to grab me and pull me close, to get the kiss from my lips that he craved. “Say yes, baby. Then fuck my brains out.”

When there were no games, everything happened at the speed of a flash storm, sweeping across the land and crossing hundreds of miles within a day. That was exactly how this felt—like a sprint. Even with the hurdles in the way, we’d reached the finish line at record speed. It was fast, our relationship the length of a few months, but it felt right. I already knew I wanted to marry him someday. “Can we get a dog?”

That smile was in my dreams, when I was wide awake and dead asleep. When he was truly happy, it reached his eyes, and that was exactly what it did now. Joy radiated through his body, like all he wanted in life was me.

I guided him inside me then sank down, wrapping his length in my wet tightness, sheathing him all the way to the base.

He closed his eyes and let out a sexy moan, a masculine ache mixed with his baritone. A deep breath expanded his chest, and he gave a slight shiver, like the pleasure trickled all the way down his spine from his brain.

My hands planted against his chest, and I arched my back, rolling my hips as I took him over and over, my tits in his face.

When he overcame how good it felt, he rocked his hips underneath me, sliding into my wetness every time I gave it. Sexy grunts filled my bedroom because he was overwhelmed with pleasure and unafraid to hide it. He showed me how much he wanted me—and that was so sexy. “Fuck, baby…”