Page 114 of Tequila Tuesdays

Damien nestled behind me and ran his hands up and down my waist, then cupped my breasts. “I’ll take care of you.”

Little by little, I relaxed against him and pushed back into his rigid cock. “I know.”

He let go and stepped back. I let out a breath then positioned myself over the bed. I had to lay my torso on the bed first then turn my head sideways with my arms positioned the way they were. Damien watched me struggle to get into position but didn’t help me.

His knee pushed between my legs, and he nudged my thighs further apart. Then he leaned over a bit and licked my left buttock. I almost reared up, but he put his hand on the small of my back.

Then Damien leaned in and sucked the inside of my thigh. His hands reached around and cupped my breasts, and he pinched and tugged on my nipples.

I shifted and pushed back against him. He worked his tongue and teeth over the backs and insides of my thighs, then he pulled my legs farther apart.

Then he sat on the floor and turned around, so his mouth was facing my pussy. “Come here,” he growled as he pulled me into his mouth.

I was tethered and immobile, with my head on the bed and my hands tied behind my neck. He’d have to come to me, I thought.

The thought fled when Damien started licking and sucking on me. He held my ass as he ate at me, and I cried out and ground into his mouth when he bit down and sucked on my clit.

His tongue lapped at the sting. My body was awash in pain mixed with pleasure, and I felt my climax rise. Damien pushed two fingers inside me, and I clenched around them greedily.

He bit down on my clit again, and I cried out as an orgasm built with each lick and bite, then it tore through me. My body locked and my womb clenched as I came, long and hard.

When I came down, Damien stood up and crawled over my prone body. His cock nudged my pulsing center, and he pushed himself inside me. My head tried to rear up, but I was still immobile.

Damien stroked himself inside me and grabbed a hold of my waist as he sped up. My core was sore from clenching so hard when I came, but his shaft felt so good. He pulled me back onto him, shoving himself deeper with every thrust.

He slowed down and his hand slid around to my bottom. When he slipped a finger into my back hole, I froze and moaned softly.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Damien slid his finger further in and let me get used to the feel. The sensation was strange and foreign, but when he slid another finger in the sting made my insides tingle, and I could feel another orgasm start to build.

He reached around with his other hand and stroked my clit until I was squirming underneath him, begging him to stop, then not stop. My pleas didn’t make any sense.

When I started struggling beneath him as another climax threatened, Damien leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You’re going to come with me this time, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you and finger your ass until you do. And I can do this all night.”

He pushed his fingers in a little further, and stroked my clit as he continued to piston inside me. The sensations were so intense, I came violently around his cock and fingers. This orgasm hurt a little, coming so soon on top of the last one, and my insides clamped down around his cock.

As I spasmed, Damien sped up, then slammed into me, coming deep inside me. My body slid forward on the bed, but I couldn’t use my hands to hold myself in place. I gasped for air as he groaned behind me.

He lay on top of me for several seconds catching his breath, then he pulled out and undid the ropes. I moaned as the blood started flowing back into my hands and wrists. He went into the bathroom and washed up then brought back a warm, wet washcloth. Damien cleaned me up and massaged my shoulders and biceps, pulling my arms down behind me.

I lay there, letting him administer to me as my mind and body floated. Then he turned me over and pulled me into his arms. He sat on the bed with his back braced against the headboard and cradled me.

A few minutes later, when my breathing regulated and I came back to myself, I felt tears on my cheeks. Mortification and embarrassment scored through me, and I stiffened in his arms.

He nuzzled my cheek and hugged me closer. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s normal to be a little emotional after this kind of sex.”

I sighed. “Damn it. I hate crying.” I could feel his body moving beneath me as he chuckled, and I poked him.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I can always hogtie you.”

Laughing, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “And I know how to make a death look accidental.”

He shifted me so he could see my face. “Legs, sometimes you scare me.”

“Good, you should be nervous.”

He laughed and hugged me again.

As I fell asleep tangled in his arms, I realized we’d probably been doing a lot more than kissing when midnight came and went. And I had no premonition of the danger ahead.

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