Page 129 of Of Pucking Course

“These cuffs have a release in the middle.” I show her the latch. “Just press that if you want out.”

She pins me with those big brown eyes. “I won’t want out.”

A groan rips from my throat. I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this, beautiful? About having you exactly like this?”

Her cheeks flush as a shy smile pulls at her plump mouth. “You fantasized about me?”

“More times than I’d like to admit.” My nerves kick up after admitting that.

But then she flashes the widest, most beautiful smile. “I’ve fantasized about you a lot too, Sam. And when I found out that you liked using handcuffs in the bedroom, I’ve been dreaming about you using them on me. Those fantasies have been very, very dirty.”

I grin, instantly at ease. “Tell me about your fantasies.”

She licks her lips and looks at my hard dick. “I’ve dreamed about you throat fucking me while I’m cuffed. Then you fucking me from behind.”

I strip off my suit jacket, dress shirt, and pants in three seconds flat. “Okay, yeah, we’re doing that.”

Dakota chuckles.

Once I’m undressed, I grip her chin and run my thumb along the seam of her pretty mouth.

“But first, I need you to come on my mouth, beautiful.”

She gasps when I grab her by the hips and lay her down on the bed. I pull her by the legs all the way to the edge of the bed, then kneel in front of her.

I run my thumb along her slit. The delicate lace is completely soaked.

I grin up at her. “Already? I haven’t done anything yet.”

Her lips curve up in a shy smile. “I can’t help it. You looked so hot in your suit. Just thinking about all the things I want you to do to me is turning me on so much.”

I lean my face down and roughly lick up her pussy. She whimpers. I do it again and again.

“Holy…” she murmurs. “How does your tongue feel so good when you’re licking me through my panties?” she babbles.

Instead of answering her, I hum against her clit.

She bucks against my mouth. “Oh my god!”

I back off and pull off her thong. Then I suck my two middle fingers into my mouth and get them wet. When I slide them inside her warm, wet, tight pussy, I groan. She gasps.

Slowly, I pump my fingers in and out of her. Her thighs tremble, and she starts to moan.

“Look at you being such a good hole for me,” I rasp. “How hard did you come when you touched yourself the other night while looking at my photo?”

“So hard,” she whines.

“Did you use your vibrator?”

Her eyes roll and she nods. “And a dildo. I imagined your big cock filling me up.”

My dick pulses. The urge to jerk myself hits, but I ignore it. If I do, I’ll come instantly, and I want to last for her. I want to make this so, so good for her.

“How long did it take you to come?”

“Just a couple of minutes,” she says, her voice breathless. “It never takes long for me to come when I think about you, Sam.”

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