Page 98 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

He only shakes his head, keeping himself contained.

But I want to know. I want to hear what's turning him on. My voice is breathy as I ask, "Would you like a better look?"

He nods, his abs tensing as I climb onto the couch and spread my legs wide, giving him a clear view of my pussy.

The handcuffs rattle against the chair slightly as he adjusts himself. I watch him swallow hard a few times, but otherwise he remains calm and silent. He's still holding himself back, and it's actually a thrill having so much control of the situation.

"What are you thinking?" I ask.

He shifts again, and the cuffs clink behind him. "I'm not sure I should tell you."

"I really want to know."

Sean's quiet. He thinks about it for a moment before saying, "I'll tell you, but you should give me a color right after."

"Okay." I bite my lip to prepare for what he might confess.

"I'm thinking how hot you look and how much I want to suck everything off those fingers."

His words are ghost touches over my skin and make my body tense with pleasure. I rub myself harder and moan, "Green."

"I'm thinking how much I need to fuck you."

"Green," I say again, because that's exactly what I need too. I can almost feel him grabbing my hips as he pushes himself inside me, stretching me open.

"I want to bend you over the couch and fuck you."

I writhe on the cushions, rubbing faster and feeling so sexy and in control and wonderful that instead of green this time, I let out a breathy "More."

Sean growls low in his throat, his pupils so wide his eyes are almost black. His voice strains against desire, coming out quick and intense. "I want to come in you. I need you squeezing me as I fuck you. I need to know I filled you so completely you can't keep it all in, so it drips down your thighs."

"Oh god," I pant, pushing against my fingers. I keep rubbing myself while staring into his eyes; the way he's soaking me in makes my thighs tremble.

"I fucking love watching you like this." His voice dips low and hungry. "I'm going to be having a lot of wet dreams."

Wetness seeps out of me and dampens the couch. I'm close but don't want this to end just yet so I slow down. My pulse is racing at this new kind of intimacy with him, and my voice is shaky with the force of everything building inside me. "And you want to taste me?"

"Fuck yes. I'm thinking of you sitting on my face. I want you grinding me so hard I can't breathe."

I stop touching myself and stand. Sean lets out a frustrated noise that makes me smile. I walk over to him as slowly as I can, savoring every moment of him watching me with those hungry, desperate eyes. I check the ties around his ankles and then the cuffs binding his wrists. All secure.

He smiles, teeth flashing white in the low light. "No way I'm getting out of this. I'm at your complete mercy."

I ease myself into his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs and letting out a moan because it feels so good against my pussy. "At my mercy? That's not so bad, is it?"

Sean shakes his head, pupils so wide it's like I can see to the depths of his need. "I'm loving it. Tie me up anytime you want."

I glance down at his bare chest and the rapid rise and fall of it. "Can I touch you?"

"Touch anywhere you like."

I don't hesitate. My fingers trail down his pecs, then I count the ridges of his abs. I stop above his jeans and glance at the hard length along his inner thigh. I position myself over it to grind him, rubbing my wetness on the fabric.

He lets out a low groan that drives me wild. "I could use more of that."

I do it again, my body pulsing and aching for more contact. I also love his groans.

"Fuck," he says. "You're soaking me."

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