Page 78 of Puck and Prejudice

He follows my command. “I’ve never been tied up before.”

His confession pleases me to no end. I like that I’m the first to do this to him.

“Good to know. I’ll go easy on you.” I twist the T-shirt into a makeshift cord and tie his wrists together to the bed post.

“Don’t go easy on me, Izzie. I want everything.”

I smile. “Is that so?”

His eyes become hooded and burn with desire. Being under his gaze makes me feel sexy and powerful. I shuffle back and take off my own T-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra. Jackson’s eyes bug out, and then he struggles to break free from the knotted T-shirt.

I cup my breasts, then tease my nipples. “Do you want to touch them?”

“Yes, very much.”

I shake my head. “Too bad you can’t.”

“What are you doing to me?” he asks in a tight voice.

“I’m having fun.”

I shimmy out of my shorts, pulling my underwear off as well. Now I’m standing in the middle of Jackson’s bedroom in my birthday suit, and I can see he’s struggling to keep it together. Perfect.

“You’re so beautiful. I might come just from looking at you,” he rasps.

“You can’t come yet.”

In response, he crosses his legs and clenches his butt cheeks. Poor guy. He’s hanging on by a thread. I join him in bed, sitting next to him first.

“Izzie, please. Come closer.”

“Like this?” I run my fingers across his chest, then down his abs until I graze the head of his cock. He jerks his hips.

“I need more,” he grumbles.

I need more too, babe.

I lean forward and softly press my lips to his. He’s hungry, and he deepens the kiss even though he’s at my mercy. I let his tongue take control, enjoying the desire I taste in the exchange.

When I wrap my fingers around his shaft, he groans against my mouth. That’s my cue to break the kiss. I pull back, and my eyes connect with his feverish and wild gaze. He might tear the T-shirt and break free.

“Izzie…”

“Shh… it’s okay, babe. I’ll make you feel good.” I straddle one of his legs, desperately needing so sooth my own ache, while sliding my hand up and down his cock.

Hissing, he closes his eyes. His body tenses, emphasizing his abs. God, I want to ride him so much, but I also want to play with him, make him lose control from only the touch of my hands.

“Oh God… Izzie… You’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the idea.”

He looks at me, then struggles with his bindings. “I want to touch you.”

“No.”

“Fuck!” His entire body convulses, and his cock pulses under my touch right before hot cum spills everywhere. I work him faster, trying to prolong his orgasm. My clits throbs with arousal, and before I know it, I’m climaxing too.

“Jackson!” I rotate my hips, rubbing my clit against his leg.

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