“Does it make you wet? To make me jealous?” He tunneled his fingers through her cleft and made her gasp and moan as he pushed into her snug grip—his eyes glowing in the shadows, watching her.
“Does it make your pussy hot when you tease me?” His voice broke with huskiness, and he stroked her to such a fevered pitch, she felt like a star, blazing hot in the darkness. She arched up, her skin sensitive for his touch, her pussy rippling around his fingers.
“Andrew.”
He answered her breathless cry by pinning her arms up, gazing down at her with a hot and proprietary look. He bent to her breasts, lapping at them with one single twirl of his tongue, and she strained upward, whispering, “Please kiss me. I need you to kiss me.”
The scent of her arousal surrounded them as he wedged his hips between her legs and shoved his cock rapidly into her, then pulled out, refusing to give her the kiss she asked for.
“Andy . . .” She breathed, aroused out of her mind.
He fucked his cock inside her, then pulled out, his eyes wild on her face, her hands manacled. He held both her wrists in one large hand and stroked her breast with the other. She twisted her head in search of something to kiss and ended up licking the back of his finger on her breast. “Kiss me, Andrew.”
“It excites you . . . to make me jealous . . . make me wait . . .” He bent his head, breathing hotly against her, sliding his cock deep into her, so deep, he groaned and stayed there, pulsing within her, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “It excites me to make you wait, too.”
She shuddered, her tongue flicking out to his. She mewed when he pulled back an inch, sliding his cock out. Her lungs strained for air, her entire body tormented and screaming for him. “How long . . . will you make me wait . . .”
His hands clenched her wrists as he plunged again, making her cry out in ecstasy. “As long as I tell you to,” he growled.
Her nipples had hardened to diamonds, her womb tightening around him, screaming as he dragged his cock out.
She tilted her hips up for more, and he shook his head, his gaze mocking. “Not yet . . . you started the game.”
Her eyes blurred with need as he ducked once more, the moist laps of his tongue along her nipples making her womb clench empty. She whimpered in arousal, tossing her head when he rammed his hips against hers and penetrated again. She screamed and when he added a flick of his thumb to her clitoris, her body tensed for orgasm. “Don’t ever deny me this again . . .” he warned. He slid between her thighs and his mouth covered her clit.
He twirled his tongue and inserted two fingers inside her, and Whitney’s newly freed hands became buried in his hair, fisting there. She was close to orgasm, her blood rushing through her body. He drew on her clit and the sensation rippled along her nerve endings, tightening her every muscle. His fingers slid smoothly into her slick channel, pumping against the muscular contractions of her hungry vagina walls as deftly as his tongue tortured her clitoris.
She panted for breath, burning alive for him, twisting desperately underneath him. “Andrew,” she cried, frightened at the intensity of her arousal.
His growl vibrated against her pussy as his hands reached beneath her and grabbed her ass, splaying to engulf the mounds completely, and then he lifted her up so that his tongue could be the one that penetrated her pussy. Pleasure knifed through her with each thrust of his tongue, her clit throbbing painfully tender as he brushed his nose across it between his tongue’s penetrations.
Whitney held her breath, poised at the brink of orgasm, every muscle coiled tight, tighter still. He stretched his hand up her abdomen and touched her belly button, then he dragged his mouth upward and licked it with his tongue, before rising up to look at her.
“Andy,” she pleaded, her throat closing on a sob of need.
N
eed churned inside her body, making her claw at his skin, his muscles.
From the nightstand, he pulled out a white silken sash they’d used in bed before, and her muscles clenched in anticipation. Lifting her arms, he wrapped the fabric around each of her wrists in a horizontal figure eight, then he hooked the center of her bondage over the middle decorative knob atop the headboard. Bound, the pleasure was so much greater—Whitney was helpless, at his mercy, and a fever took hold.
“I’ll keep you tied to the bed all night, Whitney. I’m going to use your body until it is sore from my loving . . . and even then, you’ll still beg for more of this . . .”
A shudder wracked her when he held her hips and pummeled her with his cock, filling her, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes glowing as he watched her breasts bounce with each ramming thrust. The piercing went in so far, she felt it scrape deep within her, tease her in parts she’d never felt before.
She cried out.
“That’s right, Whitney, just like that. Take it. Take what you’ve been begging for.”
A climax struck her, rippling around his thick cock. He groaned and spurted inside her, three fast jets, and then he was still as hard as ever, and continued fucking her. Her flesh felt sensitive, the pleasure absolute. Heaven. Hell.
Tears stung her eyes and he bent to lick them, slowing the pace, dragging his cock deep within her sheath.
His hands swept up the sides of her rib cage so his fingers could curl around her breasts, tweaking her nipples and shooting ripples across her system.
“Andy,” she pleaded again, rolling her head, biting her lower lip so hard, she felt blood.
He bent his head and slid his tongue over her lips so her teeth released their painful grip. When she let go, he laved the tenderized flesh, soothed the throbbing ache with his tongue. She mewed in gratitude and her tongue came out eagerly to draw him in deeper, keep him inside her. His taste, male and powerful, invaded her senses. She clung to his straining shoulders and then it hit. Another powerful orgasm, tearing out his name as wave after wave crashed through her systems, halting and restarting them, all at the same time.