Page 57 of Mending Me

“Yes,” I whispered with a small nod.

“Do you feel safe?”

“I always feel safe with you.”

“Are you okay if I tie you up and fuck you senseless?”

“Please,” I begged.

Reaching above my head, he tied the rope around my wrists and then around the frame of the metal shelf behind me. He double-checked to make sure I had space to move my wrists and free myself if I wanted to before dropping onto his knees. He bunched the skirt of my dress together in one hand, pinning it to my waist, and brought his lips to my center. If it weren’t for the rope holding me up, I would have dropped to the floor as soon as his tongue swiped my clit. I was so close already that the motion and sensation it created inside of me was almost too much.

“Hank…” I groaned as he flicked and nipped my clit. He circled my pussy with his tongue over and over and the pressure building inside of me made me want to cry out. He was taking me to the edge and if he didn’t stop soon, I was going to finish right here and now.

“Baby…please,” I begged between shallow breaths. “You’re going to make me finish.” I felt him nod his head without breaking contact with my clit. Trying to muffle my moans, I let him take me over the edge. He slipped two fingers into my already tight pussy and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My entire body shook and then went limp as the orgasm took over. My mind went blank and I could see stars behind my eyes. I was still trying to catch my breath as I felt him start to untie me from the shelf, relief hitting my shoulders as my hands finally dropped below my head.

He pressed his lips to mine and I tasted myself on him. As we kissed, he guided me over to a table that was on the opposite side of the small closet and pushed some of the tools and random junk off the top of it. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and was kissing him as if my last breath depended on it. He spun me around and turned me away from him before pulling me against his body. He whispered in my ear again.

“Bend over and keep your hands on the table. Let me take you from behind like the good girl I know you can be.” Under any other circumstances, being called a ‘good girl’ would have pissed me off. But hearing him call me that only made me want him more.

Doing as he said, I leaned over the table and shifted my feet back, spreading them further apart. My ass was higher than it normally was because of my heels and with my dress pushed above my waist, I was on full display for him.

“What do you think?” I asked, my voice coated in lust.

“I think I’m the luckiest man alive to be able to have something so gorgeous in front of me,” he said as he pulled a condom out of the wallet he had just grabbed from the inside of his jacket. He slipped it on carefully before squaring his hips with mine. I jumped when he teased my center with the tip of his cock and we both exhaled deeply as he pushed inside of me. There’s no better feeling than the relief you feel when your body finally gets what it’s been craving. And mine had been craving him like this for hours.

“Mmm…you feel so good inside of me,” I purred as he pushed and pulled against me.

“Nothing feels better than you do, hermosa?5.Nothing,” he growled.

With my hands on the table, I turned my head to look over my shoulder and watched as he fucked me from behind. He looked at me with so much determination and desire, I’d never felt sexier. I gasped as he pushed into me, deep and hard, and was turned on ever more by how deep he was inside of me. Hank was a blessed man and in turn, I was a very blessed woman.

“Te siento cada vez más apretada.?6 I can feel you getting tighter,” he groaned as he continued to take me from behind. A shiver ripped through my spine as my pussy pulsed around him. He wasn’t wrong, a second orgasm was building inside of me.

“And I can feel you getting harder.”

“Ven por mí de nuevo, hermosa?7. You will come for me again like a good girl, got it?” he demanded.

“Yes, soldier, whatever you say,” I begged. My head dipped back as the sensations inside me started to build. He reached for my hair and pulled it gently, turning me on even more. With his other hand, he reached down and started to play with my clit which almost shattered me completely.

“Oh my god, if you aren’t careful you’re going to make me come,” I begged. My body started to convulse at his touch.

“That’s a good girl. Ven por mí ahora?8. I want you to come for me.” He played with my clit and was hitting my G-spot like it was nothing. My hips started to buck and match his rhythm as I felt him starting to come too.

“Eres tan jodidamente sexy?9,” he growled in my ear as we both went over the edge.

“Oh my god,” I started to shout before quickly clasping my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my cries. He shuttered and trembled behind me before finishing and slowly pulled out of me. We stood there, leaning over the table, for what felt like an hour before we both stood up completely.

He looked at me with admiration and affection before cupping my face in his hands again and kissing me lightly on the lips. “You know I meant what I said, right?”

“Actually, no, because I don’t even know what you said. I don’t speak Spanish, remember?” I teased as my brain pieced itself back together after the two orgasms I had just had.

“Isaid,” he dipped his head down and playfully bit my neck, sending shivers down my spine again, “You’re the sexiest woman I know. You drive me crazy, Bailey, and I love how much that’s true.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself.” I winked before biting his ear.

We used some of the paper towels from the shelves to clean ourselves up.

He was kind enough to help me refasten the halter on my dress and even helped me fix my hair as best as we could before we exited the closet.

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