Page 98 of Riding the High

“Do you trust me? Or isauthorityon the tip of your tongue Sheriff?” I ask him, grinding against his rock-hard cock.

“In this situation? Not a fucking chance, but I don’t use safe words when it comes to sex, Vixen. So do your fucking best,” he answers as I grin.

He asked for it. I take both his hands and pin them, outstretched, to the sides. I wrap one cuff around his wrist and lock it in place. The sound is a warning in the quiet room. I slide a lone finger down his arm.

He lets out a low rumble but doesn’t protest as I lock the second cuff around his other wrist. I kiss him lightly on the lips. The idea of him below me at my mercy courses through my veins and my pussy throbs.

“Good boy … I wouldn’t trust me either,” I whisper as I sit up and grin at him.

“Ginger …” he warns, not looking as sure as he did a minute ago, but it holds no merit. I’m the one in control here.

“Yes, baby?” I ask.

“Where are the keys?” he says, realizing the power he’s just turned over to me.

“Right there in the bedside table, safe and sound,” I tell him. “See, Cole, I’m the one in charge …”

I slide down him as he lets out a tortured groan. I run my tongue over every crevice of his freshly washed skin, his cock hard and inescapable against me.

“Fuck,” he growls as I kneel between his thighs and my hot mouth finds him. I lick a slow trail up his shaft just to torture him. When I let him finally sink into me, he raises his hips to force himself in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I hollow out my cheeks and open up my mouth wider to take all of him.

“Patience, baby,” I purr.

“This was a bad idea,” Cole says, pulling at his wrists as if he can free himself.

“You have no idea …” I reply as I lean over to the bedside table, pulling out the cuff keys and Mr. Always Ready from the drawer. I run my thumb down the thick wand and turn it on. The low hum fills the air.

“Fuck, Ginger,” Cole says, looking both a little afraid and really fucking turned on as I slide the toy down his neck. His skin breaks out in gooseflesh as I straddle him naked. He lets out a breath of air as he feels the pool between my legs hugging his cock.

“Sohard, so fucking ready forme,” I whisper, using his words against him.

His eyes screw shut and a sound rumbles from his chest that borders on animalistic. I use my own arousal to coat him and then I scoot back a little to stroke him against my pussy with my free hand. Cole mutters something under his breath that I can’t understand as I ghost the end of the wand over my nipple and shudder, before trailing it down my waist and towards my core. I rest it against my clit and whimper. It hums against us both and I let my head drop back as I speed up the pace.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good,” Cole says as I circle the wand against my swollen center.

“Fucking Christ,” he murmurs as the vibrator touches him every time I move it, every time I slide it down to graze him too.

“Look at me, Ginger,” he commands. I almost lose it when I do. He’s like my own personal Roman god lying beneath me, helpless and vulnerable to my actions.

“You can use that silicone all you want but it will never take my place. It will never fill you like I do,” he says.

Cole’s eyes are dark and stormy as he thrusts his hips up. The feeling of his cock against me and the vibration at my clit is too much. I give in and lift my hips, sinking down onto him. We both breathe out in a huff as I let him fill me, inch by perfectinch. He’s so big from this angle that it takes a moment for me to stretch around him.

“Cole …” I shudder, almost ready to unlock him and let him have his way with me.

“Oh no you don’t,” he says fiercely, thrusting his hips up to fill me to the hilt. I cry out and my arms slink to my side.

“You’re not going to give up now. You want to cuff me?”Thrust.

“Then fucking own it, Ginger.”Thrust.

“I’m going to stuff you full and you’re going to ride me until you drip down the sides of my cock.”Thrust.

“And don’t you dare forget that needy little clit while you do.”Thrust.

I cry out as he hits the spot inside me that threatens to ruin me. He continues to chant to me.

“Use your toy. Use your fingers. Use whatever you need.”Thrust.

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