The Heist by Sienna Mynx

and she winced as her breasts bounced. “It’s all about my wants and your needs without thought of consequence. Something like me wanting you back in the game and you thinking pussy would convince me to let you out…without consequences.”
    “I—”
    He put a finger to her lip to silence her. “Don’t deny it, sexy. Please don’t misunderstand me; I’m grateful for the privilege. Oh yes, and the things I have planned for you. You will enjoy it. Let me share what fucking will be for you. It’s possession. And not just this hot sexy body you’re offering.” He eased his hand between them and touched her wetness. “I will posses all of you. The parts you should keep away from a man like me.” He slipped his thumb in and scraped her tender walls with his nail.
    “Because it’s all about you, right, Lee?” Michelle sipped at air through clenched teeth. His thumb that was only buried an inch deep drove quivers through her inner thighs. His chuckle was her only answer. His thumb withdrew. Next, he gripped his cock. He sat back, while she remained with her thighs splayed apart. He stroked its length, rubbed the wetness from her sex over the angry bulb of his dick, until the tip glistened at its dimpled center.
     
    ***
     
    His muscles tightened from his restraint as thoughts of her full lips covering his cock consumed him.
    “What about me, Lee? Are you going to make me just watch?” Her sibilant whisper raked him like the brush of long nails along his skin. Her eyes, as dark as onyx, burned sexier than any jewels he’d ever scored. Her long-lashed lids lowered with desire. Despite her protests, she was equally turned on. “Let me taste,” she pleaded and he nearly forced his cock into her mouth. But he held his cool.
    Although he was filled with caution not to get snared in her web, he felt himself weaken. He would finally have her. “Don’t you worry about it, sexy, I’m coming for you.”
    He continued to stroke himself like a fat man at a buffet, debating where to begin. He zeroed in on her breasts, full globes with plump, swollen nipples. Lee waffled over whether to taste them before or after he dipped his tongue in her quaking channel.
    Decisions…. Decisions ….
    The diamond in her belly button sparkled at him. He dropped forward with one hand, unable to tear his gaze from her jewel. He brushed his nose over the neatly trimmed hairs on top of her mound. He fought off a dizzy spell from the faint scent of her arousal. His thumb found her clit; the soft flesh so swollen it peeped out of her folds. Using two fingers, he gently pinched it. Michelle gasped and moved her hips. He opened the lips of her vagina, lowering his face once more; he admired her pink, glistening jewel.
    Lee smiled.
    Oh, she’s mine, and she knows it .
     
    ***
     
    Michelle struggled. The leather strap burned into her skin; she rubbed her wrists together to ease the discomfort. She tried to concentrate on the why rather than the what , and how he was going to deliver on his promise. That was what she told herself when he pushed back the underside of her thighs and she helped to raise her labia to his mouth. Lee groaned in appreciation: the warmth of his breath escaped his flared nostrils and washed over her quivering clitoris. Michelle lifted as best she could with her arms tied above her head to see his face descend. Lee’s tongue was masterful in the way it teased then pierced her pulsating hole. She shuddered helplessly. How was this fucking? She didn’t understand. Why not just take her and be done with it? Why not release her wrists and let her join in?
    Lee blew on her clit before taking it into his mouth. Gasping, she arched her back and locked her thighs to his face. She refused to scream, no matter what he did to her; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of complete surrender.
    Lee fucked her with his agile tongue, forcing her to thrust her hips toward his face. With another swipe along the walls of her labia, he