resistance give way, he slid his finger in another fraction. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she sounded far from injured. And she was wet enough to provide good lubrication.
His own ass burned. What he wouldn’t give for a cock in his ass right now as he licked his naughty girl.
“Ty!”
“Hmm?”
“Stop teasing me.”
He backed off immediately. Sitting back on his heels, he stared into her eyes, letting her see his displeasure.
“I…I’m sorry.” Her voice faltered.
“Don’t be sorry. Be patient . You won’t get your way with demands.”
She nodded, her body seeming to glisten under the moon.
He licked his lips slowly. “You taste so damn good.”
“Finish what you started then.”
An irritated sigh left him as he gained his feet. Grabbing the rope looping her hands together, he began to walk with her. Towing her behind him, his body sparking with desire. She was so bad—and so good. He needed to reach inside her and make her see—
See what? He didn’t have a clue what the fuck he was doing. He was running on pure instinct, adrenaline and raw need.
The trapper’s cabin wasn’t far along the creek. It might have a few cobwebs but it also had a cot. He intended to tie Bree to it and torment her until she gave up total control to him. He’d almost had her—then she’d opened her damn sassy mouth and gotten greedy again.
“Where are we?” Her voice was a shiver on the breeze.
“The place where you’re going to give yourself to me.” He threw her a look. “All of you.”
She made a noise sounding close to a squeak but allowed him to pull her inside the cabin without resistance. She moved her wrists.
“Do the ropes hurt?”
“A little.”
“You like that hurt, don’t you?”
She panted. “A little.”
Holding her gaze, he shut the door, enclosing them in a dark cocoon. He could see enough through the small window to tell she still wore that sweet, begging look.
He yanked off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. When he pushed the denim and cotton down his hips, his cock sprang free. Hard, snaked with veins, glistening at the tip.
“Time to make me happy, Bree. Take me in your mouth. Every inch. And then I’ll reward you.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Can you try?”
“Yes.” She was breathless. She sank to her knees, hands roped before her. When his cock skimmed her lips, he thought he’d die. Dark need radiated up from his balls, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her mouth hard and fast.
But no. He had to give her the chance to please him.
As he watched his cock disappear into the warm haven of her mouth, he smoothed his hands over her silky hair. “That’s it, baby girl. You can fit it all, I know you can.”
She moaned around him, juddering his length. Precome dripped from his tip.
“Deeper. You can do it. Use your tongue. Jesus. Hell yessss.” He couldn’t look away if he wanted. She was taking him like a fucking pro. When he reached her soft palate in the back of her throat, she flicked her eyes up at him, panic there.
“More,” he grated out.
She mewled.
He caressed the delicate shell of her ear, down to her jaw. “Tip your head and take me.”
She angled her head up, eyes wide and glassy. Stowe said she’d been in her headspace? Fuck, Stowe didn’t know shit about headspace. Bree was almost there, though. She wanted to please Ty so she could get the pleasure only he could provide.
He sank into her throat, his balls kissing her chin. For two heartbeats, their gazes held.
He rocked back, pulling his length free of her mouth. Saliva strung them together, and she licked her lips.
“Get on the bed, gorgeous.” He devoured the look of her, imprinting it on his memory. His heart was a wild horse stampeding faster with each passing moment. He’d never been so riled before, and he had no idea where this would end, but it wasn’t going to be tonight.
He had Bree “Spitfire” Roberts naked and
His own ass burned. What he wouldn’t give for a cock in his ass right now as he licked his naughty girl.
“Ty!”
“Hmm?”
“Stop teasing me.”
He backed off immediately. Sitting back on his heels, he stared into her eyes, letting her see his displeasure.
“I…I’m sorry.” Her voice faltered.
“Don’t be sorry. Be patient . You won’t get your way with demands.”
She nodded, her body seeming to glisten under the moon.
He licked his lips slowly. “You taste so damn good.”
“Finish what you started then.”
An irritated sigh left him as he gained his feet. Grabbing the rope looping her hands together, he began to walk with her. Towing her behind him, his body sparking with desire. She was so bad—and so good. He needed to reach inside her and make her see—
See what? He didn’t have a clue what the fuck he was doing. He was running on pure instinct, adrenaline and raw need.
The trapper’s cabin wasn’t far along the creek. It might have a few cobwebs but it also had a cot. He intended to tie Bree to it and torment her until she gave up total control to him. He’d almost had her—then she’d opened her damn sassy mouth and gotten greedy again.
“Where are we?” Her voice was a shiver on the breeze.
“The place where you’re going to give yourself to me.” He threw her a look. “All of you.”
She made a noise sounding close to a squeak but allowed him to pull her inside the cabin without resistance. She moved her wrists.
“Do the ropes hurt?”
“A little.”
“You like that hurt, don’t you?”
She panted. “A little.”
Holding her gaze, he shut the door, enclosing them in a dark cocoon. He could see enough through the small window to tell she still wore that sweet, begging look.
He yanked off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. When he pushed the denim and cotton down his hips, his cock sprang free. Hard, snaked with veins, glistening at the tip.
“Time to make me happy, Bree. Take me in your mouth. Every inch. And then I’ll reward you.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Can you try?”
“Yes.” She was breathless. She sank to her knees, hands roped before her. When his cock skimmed her lips, he thought he’d die. Dark need radiated up from his balls, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her mouth hard and fast.
But no. He had to give her the chance to please him.
As he watched his cock disappear into the warm haven of her mouth, he smoothed his hands over her silky hair. “That’s it, baby girl. You can fit it all, I know you can.”
She moaned around him, juddering his length. Precome dripped from his tip.
“Deeper. You can do it. Use your tongue. Jesus. Hell yessss.” He couldn’t look away if he wanted. She was taking him like a fucking pro. When he reached her soft palate in the back of her throat, she flicked her eyes up at him, panic there.
“More,” he grated out.
She mewled.
He caressed the delicate shell of her ear, down to her jaw. “Tip your head and take me.”
She angled her head up, eyes wide and glassy. Stowe said she’d been in her headspace? Fuck, Stowe didn’t know shit about headspace. Bree was almost there, though. She wanted to please Ty so she could get the pleasure only he could provide.
He sank into her throat, his balls kissing her chin. For two heartbeats, their gazes held.
He rocked back, pulling his length free of her mouth. Saliva strung them together, and she licked her lips.
“Get on the bed, gorgeous.” He devoured the look of her, imprinting it on his memory. His heart was a wild horse stampeding faster with each passing moment. He’d never been so riled before, and he had no idea where this would end, but it wasn’t going to be tonight.
He had Bree “Spitfire” Roberts naked and
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