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Rylee looked up at Memphis and waited for his response to her request. She’d been feeling off and out of sorts all day, but as soon as Memphis climbed into bed with her, peace had blanketed her. Now she wanted to reaffirm their dynamic and wipe away any doubts about her decision to dive in feet first with him.

“You sure you’re OK with that? I was enjoying what you were doing.”

Of course, he’d just watched her puke in a kitchen trash can. He might be hesitant to slam his dick into her mouth. The thought made her giggle, and he quirked an eyebrow up.

“I didn’t think I said anything funny.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t and I’m sure. Please, Sir. If you don’t want to do that, then take me to bed and fuck me there. I just want to be yours for a little while.”

His thumb caressed her jaw, and she nuzzled her cheek into his palm.

“Open your mouth,” he said darkly.

She parted her lips and watched as he fisted his cock. When it touched her mouth, she stretched her lips around it and waited for him to slide deeper.

But he held her hair with one hand kept his cock hovering with just the tip sitting on her tongue.

When her eyes met his again, he pushed her head forward until she took him fully into her mouth.

He controlled the blow job, moving her head up and down his cock. And it wasn’t rough, no slamming full force down her throat causing her to gag. No tears running down her cheeks as she choked on his cock. Nothing like she imagined when she asked him to take over. But it was still exactly what she needed. And that thought did send a tear rolling down her cheek as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper.

After several minutes, he pulled her away from him and helped her stand. They embraced under the flow of warm water and he kissed her deeply.

“Let’s go to bed, Ace,” he murmured against her lips. He reached behind her and turned off the spray before opening the shower door and grabbing towels from the nearby shelf. When they had dried off, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

She watched with anticipation as he walked to the head of the bed and reached behind it. To her surprise he pulled up a soft restraint that was attached to the mattress.

Then he lifted her arm above her head and gently wrapped the cuff around her wrist. He repeated the process on the other side and tugged on the straps until she couldn’t move her arms.

When he was done, he bent and crushed his lips to hers. Without the use of her hands, all she could do was focus on the kiss. His mouth moved to her neck, causing her to arch on the bed. She bent her knees and pressed her toes into the mattress as his mouth explored her neck and shoulders, nipping and kissing as he went.

She felt her nipples tighten as he trailed down her chest, and he hovered for a brief second before pulling one taut bud into his mouth.

She cried out as a flood of arousal pooled between her thighs and she let them fall open on the bed. She was ready to have him inside her. But he continued to focus his attention on the upper half of her body, despite the fact that her pussy begged for his touch.

When he finally crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs, she watched with impatience as he rolled on a condom and pressed himself against her opening.

She bucked against him, attempting to draw him inside her, but he shook his head and pulled his cock away from her.

“Please,” she whimpered, needing to feel him as deeply as possible.

“Patience, lover. I’ll give you what you need,” he said in a crooning tone as he dragged the head of his erection along her slickness. Her hips jerked again, and she pulled against her restraints when he grazed her engorged clit.

He chuckled and repeated the motion one more time before he thrust inside her. She took him completely, her need allowing him to glide in with ease. His face contorted as he withdrew and pushed in again. She watched as the muscles in his arms strained from pushing against the mattress on either side of her.

She wanted to run her hand along his muscles and jerked on her restraints again. He reached up and stilled her arms as he slammed into her.

When she was still the way he wanted her to be, he moved into a punishing rhythm, fucking her hard and fast. Just the way she liked it with him. Gentle and sweet could be fun, but her connection with Memphis wasn’t gentle. Not at its core. It was intense, and she liked it that way.

Her pussy clenched around him as he fucked her, and she arched into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long before she was on the brink of an orgasm just from the friction of their movements. When she was teetering, she pleaded with him, “Can I come, Sir?”

He gave a terse shake of his head, his rhythm remaining unchanged. “Hold it,” he bit out when her face contorted. “Don’t you dare. I’m not done with your cunt yet.”

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