kiss her as she still buzzed from the insane orgasm he’d provoked with barely a touch.
If he could do that to her so easily, what would happen if he really took her? Laid her down and thrust into her while kissing her into a melted puddle?
She sagged against him.
“Have you learned your lesson for the night?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Will you call me any more names?”
She might if he didn’t give her what she wanted. But her demands hadn’t worked with Stowe, and Ty seemed more in control than that leather-clad man.
She shook her head.
“Good girl.” He turned her. When she met his gaze, deep emotion rushed upward, choking her. She needed his kisses.
Stretching onto tiptoe, she upturned her face. He cradled her jaw and kissed her, long and sweet, sending surges of warmth into new parts. Small noises escaped her. Before she’d drunk her fill of his manly flavors, he pulled away.
He crouched and untied her ankles. The hemp had prickled into her skin, but he rubbed the bands of irritation above each foot. Her breath caught as he skimmed his hands up each calf, tracing the lines to knees, inner thighs. Using a finger on each pussy lip, he spread her.
Gulping for air, she watched him lean close. Hot breath, hotter tongue. She cried out as he lapped a figure eight around her clit.
“Who are you hot for, Bree?”
“Y-you.” She wished her hands were loose to feel his hair. She looped her bound hands around his neck. The urge to yank him in and take what she wanted was suppressed as their gazes locked.
“That’s right,” he drawled before snaking his tongue into her wet folds.
Hell, he could listen to her sweet sounds of surrender all night. He intended to. Ty forced her to hold his stare while tasting every inch of her soaking pussy. Juices coated his tongue, the sweetest candy. His cock couldn’t get harder.
But her eyes…they were wide, tender as he unraveled her bit by bit. Something told him this couldn’t be a one-time occurrence. He’d need more.
Reaching around her, he slicked a finger between her legs, gathering her cream. As he spread her wetness over her ass, she cried out.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look right at the man pleasuring you.”
She brought her gaze back, trusting him with it—the windows to her soul.
It didn’t surprise him that he wanted to own her for tonight. She’d been under his skin far too many weeks to not claim everything. He drove his tongue into her sweet channel, using his upper lip to chafe her hard clit. She flooded his tongue, and he rewarded her by easing a fingertip into the tight seam of her ass.
She didn’t open to him immediately, revealing she was untouched there.
“This is mine first.”
“Mmm.” She had gone incoherent, but her eyes spoke loudly. They were wide, begging.
He teased her with a fingertip, gathering more wetness, then moved to her nether hole, trying to loosen her to allow him to glide a finger inside. He trailed his tongue through her wetness, enamored with her flavors and the power she handed him.
Even the way her bound hands rested against his neck made him feel heady. Drunk.
“Loosen up for me. Give me entrance,” he rumbled against her clit.
She cried out, her pussy flexing under his lips. She was close. But he wanted to extend her pleasure and introduce her to something more. That’s what she was here for, after all. And he’d be damned if another Boot Knocker had a chance to do this first.
Visions of her with Stowe blinded him for a minute, and he growled, driving his tongue deep. She spread her legs wide, shaking as he fucked her wildly with his mouth. Short gasps erupted from her.
And he took advantage, sinking a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle. He wanted to stretch her enough that when he took her over the edge of bliss, she remembered him for a long time. The sting on her backside would keep her wondering what else she was missing.
He pushed deeper—with tongue and finger. When he felt her
If he could do that to her so easily, what would happen if he really took her? Laid her down and thrust into her while kissing her into a melted puddle?
She sagged against him.
“Have you learned your lesson for the night?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Will you call me any more names?”
She might if he didn’t give her what she wanted. But her demands hadn’t worked with Stowe, and Ty seemed more in control than that leather-clad man.
She shook her head.
“Good girl.” He turned her. When she met his gaze, deep emotion rushed upward, choking her. She needed his kisses.
Stretching onto tiptoe, she upturned her face. He cradled her jaw and kissed her, long and sweet, sending surges of warmth into new parts. Small noises escaped her. Before she’d drunk her fill of his manly flavors, he pulled away.
He crouched and untied her ankles. The hemp had prickled into her skin, but he rubbed the bands of irritation above each foot. Her breath caught as he skimmed his hands up each calf, tracing the lines to knees, inner thighs. Using a finger on each pussy lip, he spread her.
Gulping for air, she watched him lean close. Hot breath, hotter tongue. She cried out as he lapped a figure eight around her clit.
“Who are you hot for, Bree?”
“Y-you.” She wished her hands were loose to feel his hair. She looped her bound hands around his neck. The urge to yank him in and take what she wanted was suppressed as their gazes locked.
“That’s right,” he drawled before snaking his tongue into her wet folds.
Hell, he could listen to her sweet sounds of surrender all night. He intended to. Ty forced her to hold his stare while tasting every inch of her soaking pussy. Juices coated his tongue, the sweetest candy. His cock couldn’t get harder.
But her eyes…they were wide, tender as he unraveled her bit by bit. Something told him this couldn’t be a one-time occurrence. He’d need more.
Reaching around her, he slicked a finger between her legs, gathering her cream. As he spread her wetness over her ass, she cried out.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look right at the man pleasuring you.”
She brought her gaze back, trusting him with it—the windows to her soul.
It didn’t surprise him that he wanted to own her for tonight. She’d been under his skin far too many weeks to not claim everything. He drove his tongue into her sweet channel, using his upper lip to chafe her hard clit. She flooded his tongue, and he rewarded her by easing a fingertip into the tight seam of her ass.
She didn’t open to him immediately, revealing she was untouched there.
“This is mine first.”
“Mmm.” She had gone incoherent, but her eyes spoke loudly. They were wide, begging.
He teased her with a fingertip, gathering more wetness, then moved to her nether hole, trying to loosen her to allow him to glide a finger inside. He trailed his tongue through her wetness, enamored with her flavors and the power she handed him.
Even the way her bound hands rested against his neck made him feel heady. Drunk.
“Loosen up for me. Give me entrance,” he rumbled against her clit.
She cried out, her pussy flexing under his lips. She was close. But he wanted to extend her pleasure and introduce her to something more. That’s what she was here for, after all. And he’d be damned if another Boot Knocker had a chance to do this first.
Visions of her with Stowe blinded him for a minute, and he growled, driving his tongue deep. She spread her legs wide, shaking as he fucked her wildly with his mouth. Short gasps erupted from her.
And he took advantage, sinking a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle. He wanted to stretch her enough that when he took her over the edge of bliss, she remembered him for a long time. The sting on her backside would keep her wondering what else she was missing.
He pushed deeper—with tongue and finger. When he felt her
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