Page 69 of Hello Tease

Larkin and I had already had needy sex, sweet sex, and now I wanted to play with her. Tease her until she begged for a release. And thenIwould be the one to give it to her. My name would be the one on her lips.

I grabbed a bag that was hanging by the door, and then I walked outside, going to her house. Even though we weren't more than twenty feet away, it could have been a mile. My hardening cock rubbed against my jeans, and all I could think about was her soft pussy, how it would feel to slide inside of her, feel her shudder around me.

I didn't bother knocking on her door, knowing that my girl was lying in her bed, ready for me. I hope she was touching herself, getting herself warmed up for my thick cock.

I tiptoed through the dark living room and then reached her bedroom door, closed. My hand gripped the handle, hard, and I twisted it, biting my lip because I was so damn ready to see her.

Instead of lying on her back facing me, she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air with the bow tied like she was a damn present for me. “Fuck,” I muttered.

She twisted her head so that her long brown hair fell over her shoulder and glanced back at me. “I'm sorry I was a bad girl earlier.”

My lips twitched into a sultry smile. I loved this side of Larkin—she was hot and playful and fun and everything I wanted to experience with her. I loved the sight of her, loved that she was already feeling more confident around me.

I dropped my bag on the floor by her bed, and metal chinked inside. Then I walked to her, rubbed my hand over her ass, and slapped, hard enough to leave a light red mark, but not so hard as to really hurt her.

“Fuck me,” she hissed.

I grinned at her, tugging off my T-shirt. “You liked that?”

She looked at me, heat in her eyes, and said, “I deserved it, didn't I?”

Damn. She really was perfect.

I reached for the button on my jeans, freeing my cock from the unforgiving fabric, and her eyes drifted to where it strained against my underwear. I pulled them down too, watching her. She flipped her hair over the opposite shoulder and gazed up at me with pouty lips, asking, “What are you going to do to me, Officer Madigan?”

I bent for the bag I brought over and drew out a pair of handcuffs. “Hands behind your back, ma'am.”

I could see her shudder with excitement, and when she shifted to lie on the bed facedown with her hands behind her, I noticed the wet spot in her silky red underwear. She was just as ready for me as I was for her. But part of being a bad girl meant you had to wait.

I took one cuff and secured it around her wrist, relishing the feel of her skin underneath mine. Then I took the other end of the cuff and hooked it to her other wrist. Now she lay on her front, arms pinned behind her, ass looking juicy as fuck.

“These underwear need to come off,” I said. I untied the bow and unwrapped her like the present she was. I tossed the material to the side, then I hovered over her back, running my tongue over her ass, biting small marks up her back till I reached her shoulders, her neck, the shell of her ear.

Her hands reached for me, and a low chuckle passed my lips. “You can touch me when I say you can.”

She let out a moan and shifted her hips.

“You want some relief?” I asked.

Her hair fell over her face as she shifted and gasped, “Please.”

I reached around her waist, drawing her hips up so that I had perfect access to her pussy, and I ate her from behind until she was wetter than ever before and whimpering, begging me for release.

But just as I could feel the muscles of her ass tighten, I drew away. I picked up my shirt off the floor to wipe my face and said, “Not yet.”

She groaned, and my cock was so hard I could feel the skin tight around its length. I wanted a release too, but not before I teased her, not until she was begging for me. I reached for the keys for my cuffs and unhooked them.

She rolled over, face red, hair askew, hands over her head. When I noticed faint red lines along her wrists, I drew them to my lips, kissing the tender spots. Then I pinned her hands above her head, her tits lolling to the side as she lay on her back.

Her stomach was so soft, ridged with stretch marks. I kissed a path down until I reached her swollen clit and sucked.

She let out a whimper. “Knox.”

She wasn't begging. Yet.

I darted my tongue over her clit again, and again, until the only thing she could say was a gasping, “Please.”

Feeling her body tense beneath me, I said, “On your hands and knees.”

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