Lovegame(47)

“Look at me!” I demand, my voice low and guttural—more animal than human as desperation claws at my insides.

She must understand what I’m saying though, because her lids fly open and then I’m staring straight into her f*cked-out eyes. They’re blurry, out of it, her pupils blown so wide that all I can see of her irises are two thin, purple rings.

Her obvious arousal only turns me on more, has me f*cking into her harder, faster, deeper, until release is all I can think about. All that I want. For one brief moment, I wonder who’s actually in control here—her or me. It’s an uncomfortable thought, one that has my hands twisting in her hair, pulling her closer, harder, trying to make her take me impossibly deeper.

Somehow she does it.

The knowledge cuts my last tenuous tie to sanity—or maybe it’s the way she wiggles her tongue along the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock that does me in. Either way, pleasure slams through me—hot, intense, all-consuming. It starts in my spine, skates along my nerve endings. It tightens my muscles, has my hands clenching and my teeth grinding together before rolling through my stomach, my balls, the base of my cock. And then I’m coming, spurting inside of her, cum jetting furiously down her throat as the intensity of it all nearly drives me to my knees.

And still I keep thrusting, still I keep f*cking into Veronica’s mouth again and again and again.

She takes it all, cheeks hot, lips swollen, eyes drenched with tears from taking me so deep for so long. Her throat works convulsively as she swallows me down and still I burn. Still I don’t let up until she whimpers, her mouth finally going slack around me.

Her discomfort gets to me like nothing else could and I pull out in a rush, give her sore mouth and jaw a chance to recover. But I’m not close to being done, not close to being sated. There’s a part of me that doesn’t think I ever will be as long as she’s around.

The thought disturbs me, so I bury it in a rush of desire as I yank her to her feet. I’m not gentle as I spin her around and shove her—facedown—onto the end of the bed. But she doesn’t want gentle from me and, right now, I don’t think I could give it even if she did. I should be spent after the orgasm I just had, should be completely done, but all it takes is watching her squirm onto her knees, her lush ass wiggling with the movement, to keep me hard and make me even harder.

I reach out, slap her ass once, then a second and third time because I can. And because I love the way her skin turns pink and hot beneath my hand, the way she cries out with each smack, low and hoarse because her voice is shot all to hell from deep throating me.

The sound makes my blood hot and my dick rock hard. It’s only been a couple minutes since I came, but as I stretch her out on the bed, it’s like that orgasm never even happened. All I can think about is getting inside of her once more, of f*cking her cunt and mouth, her tits and ass, of f*cking every single part of her I can until she never thinks to hold out on me again.

I have just enough rational thought left to reach for my jeans—and the wallet in the back pocket. I pull out the condom I placed there just this morning, rip it open with my teeth. Roll it on. But as I go to drop my jeans back on the floor, my eyes fall on my belt.

I yank it out of the loops before I even think about what I’m doing. I reach for her hands, pull them above her head. Then I interlace her fingers and press her forearms together so I can wrap the belt tightly around her wrists.

Before I do anything else, I glance down at her face, just to make sure she’s still with me. She is. Her eyes are wide and glassy—the pupils huge and dilated—but she nods slightly, telling me that she’s okay. It’s all the reassurance I need before looping the belt around one of the flourishes on the iron headboard and pulling it tight.

Her whole upper body is stretched taut now and she cries out, her shoulders dipping and flexing at the restraint. She doesn’t struggle, though. Instead, she seems to relax into it after a few seconds, her breath sighing out in a slow, sexy stream that sends my arousal soaring another notch.

I shift until I’m behind her on the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs. Once there, I stroke a hand down the line of her ass, relishing the f*cked-out sound she makes as I rub over her anus. “Before we’re done, I’m going to f*ck you here,” I tell her even as I press my thumb inside, slow and sure.

She gasps, squirms a little, though I can’t tell if she’s trying to get away or if she’s trying to get more of me inside of her. Either way, I grab her hip with my free hand and hold her in place before leaning down and biting the soft, sweet curve where her ass meets the top of her thigh.

My name is a broken sound on her lips as her knees go out from under her. She collapses on the bed, her legs spread-eagled on either side of me as her breath comes in jagged, uneven pulls and her hips f*ck down into the bed.

She’s hot as f*ck, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, even before she starts pulling and twisting at the belt in an effort to get her hands free. It doesn’t work—the belt is made of the most supple Italian leather—but watching her move snaps the last thin strand of restraint holding me back. I bring my hand down on her ass, hard.

“Ian!” she half-screams, half-whimpers, her body rocking hard against me now.

“I’ve got you, Veronica,” I tell her as I reach beneath her and flip her over, making sure as I do that it’s the belt that twists and not her wrists. “I’ve got you, baby.”