Night Owl(65)

"Mm!" I groaned and began to lap at her slit.

She tasted like desire, and she was hot and soaked.

"Oh god, Matt," she panted. I pictured her sitting astride me, her * resting on my face. Her fingertips tweaked my nipples and I jerked on the bed.

"Touch me!" My words came out muffled against Hannah's cunt. She rubbed it over my face, smearing her arousal on my nose and lips. I f*cked her with my tongue.

At last, Hannah's fingers wrapped around my cock. She flicked her tongue over my tip. I tried to thrust into her mouth, but I couldn't move.

"What do you want?" Hannah lifted her sex from my face. I breathed raggedly.

"My cock, god—suck it Hannah."

Hannah wriggled her tongue against the tiny hole in the head of my cock.

"Ah! God, please," I whispered. "Suck my cock, please..."

Was I not saying something right? I wrenched my arms and legs helplessly. My erect member throbbed, aching for stimulation.

Hannah giggled and climbed off of me. She left me panting on the bed. Holy f*ck. I licked my lips, tasting her musky sweetness.

"I was just getting you ready," she murmured. "I'm not going to tease you on your birthday, Matt, but I needed you hard. Are you ready?"

"Fuck, yes," I snapped. How the hell did I look? I was ready for anything. Her mouth, her *—I just needed Hannah on my dick.

I heard some indeterminate rustling. A cold hand grasped my cock. I hissed and tensed. Hannah began to stroke me, spreading a copious amount of lube along my shaft. It trickled over my balls and I moaned.


"Baby, it's—"

"Shhh." Hannah stilled my lips with a clean finger.

She climbed over me and positioned my sex. My slick tip slid along her crack, stopping in the dimple of her anus. I flexed my thighs, trying to push my cock up toward Hannah's *, but she held it steady against the puckered entrance of her ass.

"Happy birthday, lover," she whispered. She began to lower herself. I felt my cockhead spreading an improbably tight ring of muscle. I tensed from head to toe.

"What—what are you doing?"

The reply from Hannah was a long, low moan. I trembled in my restraints. My god... she was going to take me into her ass.

"Oh, f*ck," I grunted. My breaths grew shallow. "Oh... oh..."

All at once, my head popped into Hannah's ass. She cried out—and I cried out, thrashing helplessly. It felt so good, it almost hurt. My heart drummed in my chest.

"More," I pleaded.

"More of what?" Hannah said, her voice strained but even. "Tell me. Tell me everything. Never deny me, Matt."

Never deny me.

I said those words to Hannah months ago.

"Your ass," I growled. "Mm... Hannah, get on my dick."

"God, Matt..."

Hannah lowered herself inch by agonizing inch. I could do nothing but wait—and as I waited, I felt my tongue loosening. I couldn't deny the incredible eroticism of the moment: Hannah making me f*ck her ass for the first time, my strong body helpless.

"Fuck, god, your ass," I moaned. "Your tight ass, you want my cock inside of it Hannah?"

"Yes," she breathed.

At last, Hannah sat on my groin, my dick deep inside of her.

"Comfortable?" I gasped. "God, Hannah, my beautiful slut..."

"So full..."

"That's r-right," I growled. "Now ride my dick."

Trying to call the shots while bound should have been an exercise in frustration, but Hannah obeyed me. She loved to obey me. And I loved to call the shots.

She began to bounce on my cock, the tight grip of her ass stroking me hard.

"Fuck!" I writhed. I wanted to squeeze her tits. I wanted to spank her ass.

Lube squelched in the silence and Hannah's cheeks slapped at my thighs.

"Faster, f*ck," I panted. "Nn... make me come. Listen to your ass Hannah, f*ck..."

"Oh god, oh god..." Hannah's pace became frenzied. I jerked in my bonds. She reached behind her cleft and cupped my balls, fondling them. I gasped as jets of cum shot from me.

"Hannah, I'm coming!" I moaned. "God, Hannah—"

Hannah's bottom milked out the last of my desire. I began to struggle at once, baring my teeth like an animal. So help me god, I would tear these silly cords.

"Untie me... now," I growled.

CHAPTER 30

Hannah

I BOUND MY broken, beautiful Matt, so sad and silent.

I unbound my tiger.

When I slid the blindfold off his head, his eyes were electric. A frisson of fear passed through me. Fuck, was he angry?

"H-happy birthday," I mumbled again, my hands trembling as I untied his ankles. Ankles first, hands last. I wondered if I should flee to the bathroom.

Matt said nothing. He watched me with his smoldering stare. As I freed his feet, he flexed his legs and dug his heels into the bed.

For months, I longed to see this very heat in Matt's eyes... the dangerous unpredictability I loved. But now? Now I felt the double edge of it—the fear that was so real and exciting.

"I... I've been... planning that for a while," I said. I massaged Matt's ankles, delaying untying his wrists. "I hope... that was okay."