Page 34 of Unraveled Love

I looked up at him through watery eyes, and his wicked grin almost undid me completely. “You like this,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

I nodded, mouth filled with his dick that stretched my lips so wide I couldn’t even attempt a smile around him.

His shoulders fell, like he’d truly been worried. “Good. I do too. Keep sucking. Next time I pull out, remember to breathe through your nose. I want to see how much you can take.”

Holy crap.I was going to come. There was no way I could hold off an orgasm with that devilish look in his eyes and the hardened features on his face.

I let him see everything he was doing to me, everything I wanted him to do to me, and when he pulled out, allowing me to gulp in a deep breath, I kissed his tip before he dove back in, all the way to my gag reflex and beyond until I took all of him.

Both of us groaned and he continued moving, deep thrusts, shallow ones, until the beginning of my orgasm beckoned and my whimpers signaled it. He pulled out, bent, grabbed me beneath my arms, and tossed me on the bed, turning me on at the same time.

I bounced on the bed, gasping and laughing. “Holy crap that was hot.”

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, making me squeal.

A hand came down, slamming onto my ass, andoh GodI liked that too.

“Yes,” I hissed with pleasure, grinning back at him.

“You just keep becoming more perfect for me.” Shawn pulled on my hips until my toes hit the floor. “Can you put your arms above your head for me? I want to try something.”

“I’ll let you try anything,” I said easily. I rose and pushed my hands from my chest in front of me and wasn’t surprised at all when he removed the tie from my neck. He unwrapped my hands that were bound together, rubbing my wrists where they’d been tied.

“Spread them straight out to the side.”

I took in the columns at the ends of his footboard, the width of which was narrow enough that I saw immediately where this was going.

“Shawn,” I whispered. How in the hell would I stay on my feet?

His hand settled at my lower back and rubbed. “Want me to stop?”

“Hell no.”

Another smack hit my ass, making me jump, but before the sting of it could truly set in, one of my hands was pulled taut and then tied around one of the footboard posts.

As soon as he tied one of my hands to the column, his hand drifted up my arm. Any nerves I’d had dissipated with his gentle touches and the caring way he handled me.

“Still okay?”

“Yes. Perfect.” And I was, better than ever.

He took my other hand, tied one end of the tie around it, and bent down. He invaded my mouth with a scorching kiss, tongue pushing against mine before pulling back with a gentle peck and a light brush of his fingertips over my cheek. “Yes. You are.”

He pulled my arm straight out, and I had to adjust my stance for balance, pushing further off the bed so the footboard didn’t rub against my hips and spreading my feet further apart. Arousal dripped down my thighs and I moaned as he tightened the tie around the bedpost.

Shawn came back to me, hair wild and quickly drying, blue eyes heavy with desire and excitement. His hands fisted at his sides, flexing.

“Have you ever been spanked before I did that?”

“No.” I gasped as his hand rested where he’d warmed my flesh with his palm, and I shuddered.

“Ever had your ass taken?”

“No.”

His finger brushed through my crack, down to that forbidden area I’d never even considered until he’d run his tongue near there earlier. “But you liked it, when I did it in the shower.”

“Yes.”

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