Page 73 of Bite Your Tongue

“Yes,” she whimpers, her mouth hanging open.

“Of course you do. You’re so slutty for me, baby,” I praise her. “I can’t wait to slide my dick in and out of this perfect pussy,” I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut because I’m so fucking turned on, just from having my fingers inside of her heat. “Do you want to watch that too? You want to see my cock fill you so fucking full when your greedy pussy takes this dick?”

“Yes,” she says, though it’s barely heard because she chokes on the word. “God … yes.”

“Come on my fingers, baby,” I command her. “If you do that, I’ll stuff you full of my cock, I promise.”

Her back arches, and her eyebrows pull together. “Ryder,” she cries out, and I know she’s about to come.

When her pussy clenches around my fingers and I feel her start to pulsate, my forehead breaks out in a fucking sweat because it’s so hot. I’m caught between watching her face while she falls apart and staring down at my fingers as her heat drags them deeper.

“Give it to me, darlin’,” I drawl gruffly. “Let that pussy cut off the circulation in my fingers. Take everything you need. Consider it yours.”

Her hips thrust against my hand, and she cries out my name, which is music to my fucking ears because it’s hot as hell.

Her hair is a mess, and above her lip has the smallest bit of sweat as she stares at me with crazed eyes as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. Her chest pulls in as she inhales sharply seconds before her pussy finally stops quivering. After giving her a few more soft pumps, I gently slide my fingers out of her and trail them up her stomach, over her neck, and to her lips.

“Open,” I murmur, and when she does, I insert my fingers into her mouth. “Taste how sweet you are. That right there is why I love to have my tongue between your thighs all the time.” I smirk. “Though I know your greedy tongue would rather be tasting my dick instead. Wouldn’t it, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I need to.”

“You can wear my jersey while you suck my dick,” I say in a low growl. “How’s that sound, baby? Is that what this slutty mouth of yours wants? My cock down your throat?”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she sits up quickly, scooches off the counter, and stands before me.

“Quit teasing me with your filthy words and take your cock out, Ryder.” She runs her palm over the bulge in my jeans before pushing her hair back. “Now.”

I start to undo my jeans, but then I remember the extra-long zip ties in the drawer behind her. Reaching forward, I pull the drawer open and feel around for the bag of them. Pulling it out, I take out one and hold it up. “Turn around. You’re going to rely on my cock to keep you balanced while you blow me.”

Her eyes twinkle, and hurriedly, she spins around.

I lean forward and say into her ear, “Arms behind you, Brat.”

Within seconds, her arms are at the bottom of her back, palms up and ready to be zip-tied.

My dick jolts when I see my last name stretched across her back as she wears my jersey.

Looping the zip tie around her, I tighten it, but not so much that it’ll hurt her skin. Then I twirl her back to face me. “On your knees, Saylor,” I command. “Show my cock how much you missed it.”

She inhales sharply before dropping down and kneeling between me and the counter. Angling her chin up, with her hands behind her back, she stares up at me, waiting patiently as I push my jeans and briefs down to the floor. My cock springs free, hard, with veins bulging, desperate to be in her throat.

Leaning forward, she opens her plump lips, but only sucks on the tip. She may only be teasing the end of my cock with her tongue, but it’s hot enough that when she pulls back, pre-cumbeads at the end, and she leans forward, running her tongue over it.

“I don’t know what’s hotter—you on your knees in my jersey, or my cock sliding into your mouth while your hands are bound behind you.” I grunt as she takes me a little deeper, cupping her tongue along the underside of my dick. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to make me come hard, aren’t you?”

With my dick in her mouth, she gives me a nod, keeping her eyes on me before swallowing me deeper. Her body rocks, dependent on her legs and the momentum from her mouth against my cock. I decide I’ll help her out, and I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling it hard in my hand.

“Don’t be shy with it,” I sneer, even though she’s doing a great fucking job. “Suck my dick, Saylor. Stop playing with me.”

A flash of something ignites in her eyes, and suddenly, she’s sucking my dick with absolute greed. Deep-throating me and rocking back and forth quickly. When I lean back, my cock falls from her lips, and she gives me the smallest smirk before spitting on my length and going back to work. She groans against me, making my balls tingle, and I grip her hair tighter, rocking her back and forth with aggression. She doesn’t mind though; instead, her moans grow deeper and louder, and I swear to God the girl’s close to coming just from sucking my dick.

When my balls tingle even more, I pull out just in time to yank her to her feet and spin her toward the counter. With her ass toward me, I shove her chest on the countertop and thrust my cock into her heat.

“Saving my cum for this sweet pussy, baby,” I growl as she cries out in shock.

“Ryder, yes … fuck … me,” she screams. “I’m going to come. I’m …”

I grab her bound wrists with one hand and grip her hair with the other, keeping her cheek against the counter. She loves it because she’s so fucking greedy for me, and it makes me wild.

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