"Oh, fuck," I grunted. My breaths grew shallow. "Oh... oh..."
All at once, my head popped into Hannah's ass. She cried out—and I cried out, thrashing helplessly. It felt so good, it almost hurt. My heart drummed in my chest.
"More," I pleaded.
"More of what?" Hannah said, her voice strained but even. "Tell me. Tell me everything. Never deny me, Matt."
Never deny me.
I said those words to Hannah months ago.
"Your ass," I growled. "Mm... Hannah, get on my dick."
"God, Matt..."
Hannah lowered herself inch by agonizing inch. I could do nothing but wait—and as I waited, I felt my tongue loosening. I couldn't deny the incredible eroticism of the moment: Hannah making me fuck her ass for the first time, my strong body helpless.
"Fuck, god, your ass," I moaned. "Your tight ass, you want my cock inside of it Hannah?"
"Yes," she breathed.
At last, Hannah sat on my groin, my dick deep inside of her.
"Comfortable?" I gasped. "God, Hannah, my beautiful slut..."
"So full..."
"That's r-right," I growled. "Now ride my dick."
Trying to call the shots while bound should have been an exercise in frustration, but Hannah obeyed me. She loved to obey me. And I loved to call the shots.
She began to bounce on my cock, the tight grip of her ass stroking me hard.
"Fuck!" I writhed. I wanted to squeeze her tits. I wanted to spank her ass.
Lube squelched in the silence and Hannah's cheeks slapped at my thighs.
"Faster, fuck," I panted. "Nn... make me come. Listen to your ass Hannah, fuck..."
"Oh god, oh god..." Hannah's pace became frenzied. I jerked in my bonds. She reached behind her cleft and cupped my balls, fondling them. I gasped as jets of cum shot from me.
"Hannah, I'm coming!" I moaned. "God, Hannah—"
Hannah's bottom milked out the last of my desire. I began to struggle at once, baring my teeth like an animal. So help me god, I would tear these silly cords.
"Untie me... now," I growled.
CHAPTER 30
Hannah
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I BOUND MY broken, beautiful Matt, so sad and silent.
I unbound my tiger.
When I slid the blindfold off his head, his eyes were electric. A frisson of fear passed through me. Fuck, was he angry?
"H-happy birthday," I mumbled again, my hands trembling as I untied his ankles. Ankles first, hands last. I wondered if I should flee to the bathroom.
Matt said nothing. He watched me with his smoldering stare. As I freed his feet, he flexed his legs and dug his heels into the bed.
For months, I longed to see this very heat in Matt's eyes... the dangerous unpredictability I loved. But now? Now I felt the double edge of it—the fear that was so real and exciting.
"I... I've been... planning that for a while," I said. I massaged Matt's ankles, delaying untying his wrists. "I hope... that was okay."
God, Matt looked exquisite. My eyes trailed over his body. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths; his lean arms were taut with muscle. I wanted to ride him again, and again and again. I wanted to flick my tongue over his deliciously sensitive nipples. I knew that drove him crazy. I knew it made him hard.
"Wow, I... made a mess, huh?" I glanced at the lube coating Matt's groin. My backside mustn't have looked much better. "Maybe... I'll grab a washcloth real quick."
"Hannah." Matt's voice was low with menace.
"Oh right, sorry..." I crawled toward the headboard. Every manner of irrational fear came to me as I untied Matt's hands. Was this off limits, binding Matt? Fuck, why hadn't I asked? Was he going to get up and walk out?
I got one of his hands untied. I half expected him to grab me by the throat, but he only rolled his wrist.
"Last one..." I loosed Matt's other hand.
He sat up in a flash. Steely arms hauled me onto his lap.