Page 256 of Bound By Her

“Do not move a muscle, or I’ll get up right now and leave you here until you ship out tomorrow morning.”

Bryson forced his muscles to relax. His pelvis listened, but his arms had a mind of their own. Straining, they demanded to be wrapped around her.

She lowered again, and her heat folding around him. He kept his eyes glued to hers as she moved him inside her.

Fuck, she was so damn hot.

Another inch and Adria leaned against him. Bryson felt her trembling, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Her breath hot on his neck.

“Adria, you’re killing me,” he said.

Her eyes met his, and they burned with an intensity that made Bryson dizzy.

“Tell me, handsome, tell me what you need,” she said into his neck.

Brysonneededto break this chair into a million pieces. Pick her up and take care of her. Push inside of her so deep that she arched under him. That’s what he needed, but it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

Her warmth left his body as she moved away.

Bryson’s body arched, following hers. “Please,” he pleaded.

“Remember when I tied you up and pressed my vibrator against your cock?”

Bryson moaned. How could he forget? It was the single most painful and pleasurable experience of his life.

Adria played with his earlobe. “Tell me what you want right now, or I’ll get that vibrator out and you can say goodbye to being inside me.”

The gasket blew, and Bryson didn’t censor his words. “I want to rip these ropes off and carry you to the bed.”

Her entrance was back on him. Her arms wrapping around his neck.

“I want to taste you, be inside of you.”

The words fell out.

“Slam into you, fill you.”

“Serve you.”

“Ruin you.”

Adria slammed her hips into him, and his cock roared to life inside her.

She slammed down again, her slick folds tightening around him, milking him.

He shook his head, sure he was going to come right there.

Count backwards from one hundred. Baseball batting averages. Mascots. What is an Illini anyway? Cold showers.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she said, snapping his attention back to her. Her hips moving devilishly slow.

“Because you seem to like this?”

He did like this.

She slapped him again, and her nails raked against his shoulders.

“I love this,” he said.

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