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Trapped inside your panties

Tilley

We fell into the hotel room.

No seriously. The door opened and I lost my balance and Hunter, who had his hand in my shirt and his tongue down my throat, caught me and pinned me to the wall where we kind of, sort of slid to the ground.

It was a graceful fall.

The door snicked shut. “Keep talking,” I begged. He’d been talking dirty to me ever since we got in the car. In the back seat together. Holding hands. Kissing. And in between kisses, him whispering…

I love you.

You are the sexiest woman alive.

My dick hurts waiting for you.

I ache to fill you.

I need to taste you.

He stilled, hand inside my bra. Then without breaking eye contact, slowly opened my shirt, lowered my bra strap, and lifted my nipple to his lips. “I’m going to make you come just like this.” Then ran the tip of his tongue around and around before opening his mouth wide and taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could manage, sucking me into the back of his throat.

“Oh god.” My hips bucked.

“Don’t touch yourself. I know how hard your body contracts when I suck on you.”

Then he devoured my breast again, sucking, and yes, my body contracted hard. I was wet—so wet—and ready—so ready— but I liked his games. He tied me up in mental knots, dangling finish lines ahead of me then laying out new goals I didn’t know I wanted.

“Your clit is on fire isn’t?” His breath whispered over my wet skin, causing my nipples to pucker. “All trapped inside your panties where it can’t be touched.” He nibbled on my hard tips one at a time, then pressed his head back against the wall, taking my nipples between his fingers and tugging. “You want to ride my cock but you can’t have it till you come. ‘Till you makemecome. So you better get to work. You like this?” He rolled and tugged. “Does it make you want me?”

I nodded furiously, desperate to touch myself or rub against his leg.

But I didn’t. I just watched as he worked me, took in the sight of his erection behind his zipper.

He pinched, pulling my nipples toward him, and sending an electric shock through my system. My muscles clamped down and I came with a whimper.

“That’s right,” he murmured, releasing me and soothing my nipples with the palms of his large hands. He finished removing my shirt. “Take out my cock.”

He was in a crouch against the wall and I was still half on the ground in front of him. I unbuckled his belt and he stood just a little to unzip his jeans and slide them down his hips. His erection bobbed in my face as he returned to his crouch.

“Come on now. You know you want to suck me deep and taste how bad I want you.”

He was right. Of course he was right. Tilley was gone and the hellcat was back. The sight of his cock made my brain buzz. I wanted to make him come for me. Just me.

Mine.

With my hands planted on the floor now, I hovered over his tip, opened wide, and took him deep. I heard a thud as his head hit the wall. I moaned when I tasted his precum.

Oh yes. He wanted me badly.

“I can touch you all I want, but you can only suck on my cock.” He tutted, reaching between his knees to massage my breasts and tug on my nipples, sending wonderful zings to my wet core.

It made me wild. My hips gyrated, still clothed and useless, my panties soaked. My mind began to wander down all the unexplored paths, as it always tended to do when I was aroused and needy.

While we were apart I bought so many toys and tried so many things while listening to him narrate my adventures with a voice recorder he sent me. My curiosity in this had become insatiable to the point I consulted Emily on whether I was becoming addicted to sex.

Apparently I was a normal, active, sexual woman.

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