The Last Hard Boy (The Hard Boys 3)

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Tell him.

She took a step into the room with every intention of breaking this up, but one touch from him, and she just knew she couldn’t do it.

Cupping his face, she pulled him down, and kissed him.

His arms wrapped around her, and she groaned, feeling his hard body against hers. His hands were all over, pushing the robe from her body. She didn’t fight him as it fell to the floor. In fact, she was more than happy to be naked in his arms, enjoying the feel of him around her. The hardness of his cock pressed against her body, making her gasp, and he took her down to the floor.

Rome broke the kiss first, trailing his lips to her neck and sucking on her pulse, but he didn’t stop there.

She arched up as he went to her tits, cupping them together and biting on each large nipple before drawing it into his mouth. The pad of his tongue soothed out any sting as he growled against her skin.

“I fucking love your tits.” His hands moved down her body, skimming her hips, brushing across her thighs then back up again. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She pushed him to the floor and straddled his waist. “And I can’t get enough of you.” Pressing her face against his neck, she bit down, sucking hard and knowing if she wasn’t careful, she’d mark him, but wanting to at the same time. Every other woman in town needed to know he was taken.

You’re being selfish.

He deserves a woman his own age.

Not you.

You’re too old.

Andy lifted up and stared into Rome’s eyes, and that one look was all that it took for her to know that he wanted to be here.

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“Yes, so fucking much.”

Moving down his body, she kissed her way over her skin, going across each nipple, past his chest, and heading toward his hardened cock.

“Good.” She gripped his cock, taking the tip into her mouth and sucking him in deep.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes.”

She took him to the back of her throat, gagging from the sheer length of him.

His hand went to her head, and he tried to take control, but she saw the cuffs he’d bought.

“Keep your hands off, or I will cuff you,” she said.

“My baby wants to play?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” His hands went to her hips, and before she realized what was happening, he had her hands pressed above her head, cuffed together, between the base of the sofa. She could easily get out of it, but it would be slightly uncomfortable. “Because that is exactly what I want to do. I want to play.”

Chapter Six

Rome waited for a few seconds to see if Andy wasn’t happy with being tied up. She made no move or sound to tell him to let her go.

Kissing her lips, he stroked his hands down her body, going straight toward her pussy. He cupped her with his palm, feeling the warmth and then the wetness as he slid a finger between her soaking wet slit.

She cried out, spreading her legs wider.

He teased her clit, going in circles, then down toward her entrance, never penetrating, just taking his sweet time and getting her used to the feel of his touch. “Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes, so good.”

He smiled. Removing his hand, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off her cream.

“Rome, please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop, but you see, I’ve brought some toys for us to enjoy.” He reached toward the gifts he’d been waiting for in the mail. He picked up the artificial feather. It was so soft and light.

He brushed it across Andy’s flesh, hearing her moan as she thrust up against it. Then he stroked over her tits, taking his time, going around in a circle before brushing across her naked tips.

Rome moved the feather across her stomach, along each of her curves, down her thighs, then up toward her cunt, but never quite touching her. He did this several times before he put the feather to one side.

Next, he picked up the nipple clamps.

“They’re supposed to make you so sensitive,” he said. “Do you want to give them a try?”

“Yes.”

He only picked up one of the sweet little clips. Kissing from her stomach, up to her tit, he licked a nipple, drawing it into his mouth and creating a nice tight peak. He eased back and then placed the clamp right over her nipple.

She cried out, arching up, whimpering.

“Touch me,” she said.

He went straight to her pussy, stroking her clit.

By the sound of her moans, he knew she was close to release, so he let go of her pussy. Taking hold of the clamp, he opened the clasp and sucked her nipple into his mouth, soothing out the ache. Then he repeated the same action for the other side.