Flawless Prize

With pleasure.

I move so I’m straddling his face, hands braced against the bedframe for balance. Caleb reaches up, and licks against me in a long hot swoop.

I moan.

“That’s right, baby,” he says, licking me again, his voice vibrating against my clit. “Give me that sweet cunt. I’ll feast for hours on you, until you’re screaming my name.”

I nearly come apart right there, as he licks and sucks on my clit. But then I feel the hot intrusion of his tongue against my entrance, and he spears it up inside me.

I scream.

Fuck. Hot and thick, he fucks me with his tongue, nose nudging against my clit with sweet pressure until I’m thrusting against him, demanding more, driven crazy by the sensation until I finally climax in a wail.

I gasp for air, shuddering.

“That was just the warm-up, baby. Now get down there and ride my cock.” Caleb commands me, voice thick with lust.

And dammit, if I don’t obey.

Even handcuffed to the bedframe, his sexual power over me is undeniable. A force not to be reckoned with.

But man, is it fun to try.

I crawl down his body, positioning myself above him.

“You need me,” I tell him, fisting his cock. Teasing him one last time. Sending him to the edge of oblivion even as I long to hurl myself over after him.

“Yes.” He growls.

“Louder.”

“Yes,” Caleb cries out, mad with lust. “Juliet, fuck, I need you. Right now. Fuck me. Use me, I’m yours!”

His words cloak me in power as I sink down on him, taking his cock deep inside.

“Goddammit!”

Caleb yells the curse but I feel it too, the pleasure of his thick girth stretching me open; the delicious friction gliding against my tight inner walls.

I rise up and sink down again, all the way to the hilt. Holding him there.

Owning him. The way he owns me.

Fuck.

I find a rhythm, riding him in a slow, grinding pace. Caleb bucks against me, lifting his hips, handcuffs rattling against the frame. “Fuck,” he groans. “Like that, baby. Just like that.”

I keep riding him, pistoning hard, riding up and then sinking deep to take him inside me. The feeling is incredible, nothing in the world but the two of us and the crash of passion where our bodies meet, sending me soaring, cresting towards yet another orgasm.

But it’s not enough.

I need his hands on me. His touch.

His everything.

Panting, I lean forwards, and grab the handcuff key, freeing him from his restraints.

In an instant, Caleb is gripping my hips, rearing up off the bed to bury his face against my chest, sucking at my nipple as his body takes over the frenzied pace of our lovemaking.