Sinful Desire

He dragged a finger between her breasts. “You want to watch me come on them, don’t you?”

She inhaled sharply. “Oh God, I do.”

“You want me to fuck these beautiful tits?” he asked, untying the red ribbon from her neck as she scooted back on the table.

“So much. I want you to come all over me,” she said.

He got on the table and straddled her. “You need to do something first.”

“Anything.”

“Take off my shirt,” he said.

She sat up, thrilled to unbutton his shirt, pushing it over his chest then down his arms, murmuring as she felt how strong he was. He was so toned and muscular, so hard and fit. He shrugged off the shirt, and she splayed her hands across his chest, dragging her nails through the soft little hairs. He breathed deeply as she explored him.

“Unzip my pants,” he said, and she raced to unbutton, then unzip them, pushing them down to his ass, freeing his cock. She ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth as she gazed at him. The head was swollen and pulsing, and she was dying to feel him. He returned his hands to her neck, undoing the ribbon, letting the fabric of the ties fall. He pushed the material below her breasts, but she caught the ties and wrapped them around her own wrists.

She held them tight like that, savoring his reaction as he saw her breasts rise up more, creating an even deeper valley between them, from the tug of the fabric and her own hold on the ribbons.

She didn’t tie up her wrists. She simply held tight, as if she gripped the leash of a dog, one in each hand, restraining herself.

*

She’d fucking tied herself up. Okay fine, there were no knots. But she’d done it. She’d offered her own bound body to him. His dick throbbed, and lust burned through him like wildfire. She was the most enticing woman he’d ever known.

And she was so damn slippery. So fucking wet. He dropped his gaze to her wet cunt once more as a bolt of desire slammed into him from the sight of her sweet pink flesh. So slick and ready. He slid a finger through her folds, then dipped it inside her, watching her thrust up into his hand. Then he brought that finger to her perfect tits, spreading her wetness between them.

Her eyes widened as she watched him prepare her. He could have fucked her without lubrication. He could have taken her and just thrust his dick between those gorgeous globes of flesh, the friction spurring him on. But it would be better like this.

Better wet. Better slippery.

He gripped his dick, sliding a bead of liquid over the head and closing his eyes momentarily as the sensations roared through him. Fuck, he needed to come. He needed release.

He planted his knees by her ribs, then lowered himself to her chest, sliding his hard cock between her lush breasts, as he parked his hands on the table.

Then he ravaged her tits.

He groaned as he felt her soft flesh press against his dick. She’d inched her arms closer to her body, making a warm, snug tunnel for him. Her breasts caressed his cock as he thrust, his balls slapping against her chest. Her mouth parted, her lips open. Such an eager one, she flicked out her tongue, and licked the tip on several thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, panting as heat spread through him.

She nodded. “I want to watch you get off on me,” she whispered as she held on tight to the ends of the red fabric, her firm grip on the ribbon giving him all the friction he needed. “I’ve never seen your face when you’re coming. I want to know what you look like when you come all over me.”

Desire surged in him, like white waters raging, as he pumped between that perfect flesh. He jammed his hands harder against the table. “Tell me how much you want it,” he growled, his voice ragged.

“So much,” she pleaded, her blue eyes shining with desire. My God, he had unleashed a wild woman in her, and he fucking loved it as she talked dirty right at him, saying, “I want you all over my neck, and my chest, and my tits. Please give it to me.”

His spine ignited. His balls tightened, drawing up closer as he rocked through the slick, hot valley of her breasts. That first neon burst of pleasure roared in him, then climbed higher as he pumped. Keeping his dick where it was happiest, he sat up so she could see his face as he gave her what she wanted.

“Now. Fucking now. Watch me come on you,” he groaned, fighting to keep his own eyes open, wanting to watch her as she savored the sight of him straddling her chest, rocking into her tits, and spilling hot white streams onto her breasts, all the way up to her neck and her chin, even the ends of her hair.

He shuddered.

A total body release.

She let go of the hold on one of her ribbons, dragged her finger between her breasts and brought it to her lips, licking him off.

“Oh, beautiful. You deserve another orgasm for that,” he said then fucked her with his fingers until she came riding his hand on her dining room table.





Chapter Twenty-One