“Yes, Graves.”
He couldn’t stop looking at her, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her eyes shining with so much need and desire and adoration for him. For him. And her pussy…fucking shit, her sweet, sweet pussy.
His mouth watered as he stared at the pink, plump limps of her vagina, all the glistening flesh he wanted to feast on. He groaned and his fingers delved between her thighs. “How wet are you, Chlo?”
Another shudder racked through him when he heard the slick sound of his two fingers entering. She was so tight he had to push against her, push so hard his jealous cock twitched with envy. He was drugged by the bubbling sounds that tore from her throat, the way her hips rotated to his hands.
“Please, yes…” she encouraged.
“Sweet baby, you like that?” he cooed, while his dick felt like exploding in his pants, he’d been thinking about it all fucking day. For all fucking yesterday and today. For fucking forever. And nothing had even come close to the reality of having this woman…in his bed. Wanting him this way.
Christ.
A starved sound rumbled up his throat, and he bent his head to suckle her breasts once more, first one, then the other, wanting to be fair to both. Chloe writhed and pulled on her bindings as she twisted up to his devouring mouth, gasping his name. His emotions rioted through him like a deadly tornado, she excited him so much.
She overwhelmed him. She enchanted him. Made him want to lose control and not give a fuck about the consequences. He wanted to bury himself in her and never, ever, come out.
The room smelled of her arousal and roses, and he saw the petals sliding under her body as she arched and undulated. Her green eyes shone as she looked down at him, imploring him to fuck her.
He seized a loose red petal and ran it over her damp nipple tips. First one, then the other. “Please,” she cried again.
“Oh, princess, you’re so beautiful.” He dragged the rose petal to her pussy lips and caressed the nub with the blunt pad of his thumb while holding the silken petal against her, and she rocked her hips, her eyes glazing, her hands straining under the pillow.
He bent and licked one nipple again, the point bumping against the swipes of his tongue. Then he tweaked the puckered tip and watched her vault in the bed with a cry of pleasure.
“My turn to tease you, sweet Chlo…” His fingers slid to tantalize her sweet little cunt again, cupping her first, then sliding his middle finger inside while his thumb circled the nub of her little clit.
Her hips pumped wildly against his touch and she tossed her head with a desperate cry. “Graves, I want you inside me I’m so ready, I’m so…oh oh ohhhh.”
He didn’t expect her to come so fast, so hard, but he watched, his balls tightening in his pants as a rush of shudders seized her small, delicate form. His throat closed at the beautiful sight she made, and he was so damned endeared by her responsiveness, he watched her bite down helplessly on her lower lip as he pressed her clit and circled it well until her shudders subsided. Her mouth, God, her mouth. He was obsessed with her lips. Obsessed. He touched them with his wet thumb and made her lick herself.
“Lick yourself, Chlo…lick it all up…you have the sweetest pussy…I’m dying to bury myself deep into this sweet little pussy.” He ducked his head to tenderly bite her chin and tease the sexy dimple with his tongue, and when she kept rocking up anxiously against him, he dove between her legs.
“I want you so much, Graves,” she gasped as she writhed, straining in her bonds as her hips pushed up to his face. “Please fuck me, stop torturing me, oh God that feels so good.”
He now sucked her wet, rose-smelling pussy and plowed his tongue into her channel while using his thumb to circle her clit.
He could get drunk on her. On her taste, the sounds she made, the scent of the arousal he licked off her pink swollen flesh like honey. Her ass rose off the bed and she screamed out his name like she adored him, making him almost convulse from the pleasure of listening alone. He cupped her delicious buttocks in one palm now and slid his tongue upward, to torture her clit now, while his long middle finger plunged into her drenched channel.
“Graves…oh God…I’m going to…please please fuck me before I come again.”
The anxiety in her voice made him pull back, panting hard, hungrily licking his wet lips so he swallowed every last drop of her. Breathing raggedly now, he jerked off his pants, grabbed and tore open a condom packet from the nightstand, and quickly rolled on the rubber before positioning himself between her splayed thighs, levering up on both arms and pausing his straining cock at her entry. Her lovely bare pussy beckoned his length. Her eyes pleaded with him. Her breasts rose and fell with each haggard breath.
And he was crazy about this girl.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he rasped, seizing her ankles and helping to guide her long, lithe legs around his hips. “Is the tie hurting you? Is it hurting you, Chlo? Tell me!” he demanded.
“No…I like it. I can’t believe how helpless I feel, but I’m so turned on I’m in agony,” she gasped. “Please, Graves, argh, just do me already!”
Gritting his teeth while up on his arms, he started a slow and careful plunge, and her head fell back on a strangled sob as he penetrated her. Her hot, slick arousal coated his entry, welcoming him, sucking him in deeper. Her hips pitched upward unexpectedly as he plowed his hips downward, and the ramming contrast made the mattress squeak.
She moaned, the melting softness of her body giving way to his hardness.
“Damn it, did I hurt you?” he strained out.
“Yes! No! I don’t…don’t stop, Graves, don’t stop.” She rocked her hips against him and his pulsing dick almost felt pain from pulling out of that delicious heat. He had to go back in—had to. Go back. In.
Her breasts jiggled enticingly when he thrust back in, the nipples now darkened after his suckling, her sexy lower lip caught between her teeth. Ecstasy pummeled through him as he buried himself, balls deep. So damn deep. Her chan