“That right there…” he nudges his head toward me, “…is mine. Capiche?”
I smile, and just as I am about to agree with him, an idea pops into my head. Stretching my fingers out, I run them slowly down from my collarbone, slowly over my perky hard nipples. “Oh, you mean this?” I ask innocently, pinching my nipples between my fingers, the action zapping straight to my pussy.
“Fuck!” he curses loudly, his knuckles turning white while he squeezes on the ties.
I continue running my hands down over my belly, stopping just above my pussy. “And this?” I ask, skimming my fingers over my cleft. “Is yours,” I answer firmly, bringing my hand under, and cupping my pussy in my hand.
“Yeah baby, keep doing that,” he answers, watching my hands with both fire and ice in his eyes. Like a caged hungry lion. I know if I unleash him, he will eat me alive.
Sliding my index finger in between my cleft, I glide it over my clit, the warm softness of my own finger slipping over me. I think I’d prefer Beast’s fingers, but this is still doing me right, and with this hot, big, powerful man tied up and watching me, I’m not going to lie, I’m getting my kicks off of it.
My hips begin to rock against the finger, rubbing it slowly, building my body up. My other hand darts up to my nipple where I squeeze it roughly, throwing my head back. “Ohhh, Beast.”
“Fuck this,” he mumbles and with one swift jolt, his hands are free. Squeezing my ass with his now free hands, he brings my body over his, pushing me to his face so I’m straddling his head. Before I can protest that I actually wanted to suck his dick, his hot mouth comes into contact with my clit, the warm, wet, sensation like a cover of pleasure sucking me into the black hole of euphoria.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my hips rocking with his movements. His tongue slipping inside me while he brings his hand around and begins circling his thumb over my clit.
With my stomach tightening and my pussy clenching, my orgasm rips out of me, pushing through my pores and every other part of my body. Little colorful dots dance behind my closed eyes as his tongue stops and I slide down his chest, huffing like I’ve run a marathon, my skin sticky with sweat.
I smile down at him, running my hands over his sweaty chest, and bring my face down to his crotch, peeking up at him from under my eyelashes. “I’ve never… you know. Just tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I say, thinking back to all those girly talks with Melissa and Phoebe. Between those two as BF’s, I think I’ll have it covered.
“Baby, do you know how fucking special those words are?”
“What words?” I ask, still face to face with his cock.
“You’re mine, in every way.”
I smile, bringing my face lower to his shaft. Nodding my head, I draw out my tongue and place it at the bottom of his cock before licking one long lick up the base and up to his thick head, the rim of it pink and pulsing with need.
Circling my tongue around his warm head, he lets out a deep groan, lying back on his back. Peeking up at him from under my lashes, his cock lodged deep down my throat, his eyes cross as he bites down on his lower lip, slowly thrusting himself into my mouth deeper, the motion flicking on my switch again, if it ever shuts off around Beast.
“Yeah, keep that up, baby,” he groans, pulling my hair out of its bun and wrapping it around his fist. With my head bobbing, I bring my mouth up to the tip of his cock, bare my teeth and slowly glide it down his shaft, jolting over the rim of his helmet.
“Fuck!” he pants, before hot salty liquid shoots straight to the back of my throat, hitting my tonsils and causing me to swallow it all with ease. He tastes of salt and soap. It’s not that bad.
Licking my lips, I swipe my hand across my mouth and prop myself up on my knees. “How’d I do?” I ask, tucking my hair behind my ear.
He doesn’t answer so I bring my eyes to his, at an instant, with one stare he has my heart jolting around in my chest.
“If I didn’t know better…” He laughs, rubbing his hand over the top of his head, the short strands of his hair jolting in the movement. “Come here, I’m not finished with you yet.” Perking my shoulders up, I crawl up to him and he pounces up from his position, pushing me over flat onto my back with his weight. We both laugh before he’s dropping sweet kisses onto my lips. He looks deep into my eyes, rubbing his palm over my forehead. “You’re mine. I’m serious, Meadow,” he confirms, looking deep into my eyes. Tilting my head, I search his dark depths for a clue, any clue.
“I have to ask,” I begin, clearing my throat. “Do… does. Hang on.” I pull my eyes away from him, fixing them on the soft white walls of the room. “Does what happened to me, have an impact on how you feel about me… in any way. Sexual, emotional?” I still haven’t moved my eyes from the wall when his smooth voice travels through my ears and hits me right deep in my core.