Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I don’t have to ask him what he means. In a moment, he’s on the bed and straddling my waist. The weight of him pulls on my restraints, and I remember what position I’m in. Cole is massaging my breasts, pulling them together and squeezing them around his cock. “You’ve got gorgeous tits,” he says, pinching my nipples until they harden under his attention. Pushing them along his cock again he makes a sound of consideration. “This could be fun, too.”
His words sink in and it clicks. I don’t have a choice. There’s a difference between knowing you won't have a choice and feeling it with your body. I don’t have a choice. Unless I use the safe word, we’ll do what Cole wants.
Against all logic, my body relaxes. It accepts it. He was right. It feels so fucking good to let go. To not have to worry about whether I can pay my bills or whether to take Brownie out of rehab early or if I should apply for a second job. I don’t have to worry about anything right now. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be worry-free. Nagging worries are second nature to most of us now.
I open my eyes to find Cole watching me. He smiles. It’s a gentle smile—one of understanding. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” I mumble. “Really good.”
He runs his hands upward, smoothing them across my chest and up the sides of my face. He makes sure I’m looking at him, and I think he’s judging something, but I don’t ask. “That’s good,” he says. “Open.”
My mouth opens immediately before my mind even registers the command, and he places his cock at the corner of my mouth. It slips slowly in, and I close my lips over him. It’s strange not to be able to touch him—to have to trust him entirely. He slides further and further in, until my mouth is stretched around him. “Fuck, Andrea,” Cole groans. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”
There’s no way to answer him, and the reason I can’t makes my pussy tighten with need. He grabs the headboard for balance as he pulls out of my mouth to the tip and slides back in. “Suck it,” he says, voice low and forceful. “Suck my cock.”
I do. Cole pushes deeper, each stroke a little faster than the last, until he’s fucking my mouth. But it doesn’t feel that way. I’m so aroused that it feels like he’s actually fucking me. He groans, pulling his cock out from between my lips and leaning back.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I don’t want to come yet, and your mouth…” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”
I smirk at him, feeling more than a little smug that I can get him so close while I’m tied to the bed. But he doesn’t let me gloat for long, retrieving a condom and settling between my legs again. He pushes into me in one smooth movement, and I cry out. My body is so worked up, has been begging for this exact thing, and now it wants to come again. I reach out to pull him closer, only I’m not able to. I tug at the restraints but there’s no give.
Cole’s mouth closes over my nipple, and I arch against him as he slides out and in again. “I like this,” he says. “I like that you’re bound for me. Helpless. I like that I can fuck you whichever way I choose and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” God. Heat rolls through my body and my pussy squeezes down on him. Every time he reminds me of my vulnerability, my body lights up like a damn firework. Teeth graze my other nipple and I moan, try to focus on my words.
“You’re just saying that to turn me on.”
“Yes I am, clever girl.” He moves his lips to mine. “Is it working?”
Cole rolls his hips, grinding down onto my clit, and my moan is lost in his mouth where he’s using his tongue, fucking me in an entirely different way. He lifts himself up and starts to pound into me, and I’m lost. The orgasm shatters over me and the intensity of it makes me gasp. I can’t move, I can’t breathe. The restraints keep me in place, and I don’t have any choice other than to let this pleasure have its way with me just like Cole is doing. Fuck, yes. Every muscle in my lower body locks down, my pussy rippling with the waves of it.
It’s only when I blink and suddenly see the room, and Cole, that I realize just how lost I was to it.
“Second orgasm of the night,” Cole says. “But you know what they say…third time’s the charm.”
“You and your damn phrases,” I mutter, still shaking from the aftershocks.