Page 115 of Badges
The cold air makes my nipples peak when I pull off my sweaty top. Clothed only in moonlight and my sneakers, I move slowly away until I can put my palms on the hard steel.
Glancing over my shoulder, I bend to wiggle my bare butt towards him. “Like this?”
“Higher,” he grunts.
I reach to chest level, then turn again. “Here?”
His palm snaps against my ass. “You know better.”
Fire licks at my belly as the sting fades.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan, reaching above my head to stretch myself out.
“That’s my good girl.” He fastens my wrists to the metal grill with my discarded shorts.
Then his knee pushes between mine, spreading my legs.
Hot palms work their way up and down the lines of my torso, rubbing over my belly and thighs, before he encircles each calf to my ankles.
“Checking for weapons?” I giggle, pushing my mouth against my bicep to hide my smile.
“To see if you’re injured and hiding it from me.” His deft touch covers every inch of my exposed skin, even running his thick fingers deliciously against my scalp.
When he reaches my elbow, I involuntarily wince.
He pauses. “Elena,” he mutters with a low rumble.
The flat of his hand bites at the tender flesh of my side again as he raises my head back by my throat. “How did I know you’d do that?”
His breath burns against my neck, cooling as it pours over my aching nipples.
“It isn’t that bad,” I whimper, arching my spine to press into him.
He splays his fingers over the spot he’s been swatting, rubbing it sensuously. “I’m the only one allowed to mark you.”
Dropping behind me, his lips replace his hand to feather kisses along the swell of my ass. “Because I’ll never hurt you.” Another light brush of his lips moves closer to the center.
“I know. I trust you.” I hope he can hear the sincerity through the lust dripping from my words.
Both of his palms grip me, spreading me for his searching mouth. “Show me my pussy,” he growls, pushing with the tips of his fingers to tilt my pelvis.
Fuck.
As his tongue runs along my soaked seam, my knees almost give. With long, sucking licks, he devours me.
Then his thumbs pull me wider as he tastes the spot I had hoped for.
“Jesus,” I hiss, writhing against my restraints.
I’ve never had a mouth touch me there before.
His iron grip tightens, forcing me to endure the sweet agony of him eating my sensitive ass.
By the time he stands, I’m trembling with need. Desperately I try to crawl backwards from the tractor.“Please, daddy.” I just want him to keep tasting me.
“Tell me what you want.” He flicks off the cap to the small bottle of oil and tips it over his hand.
The slick gel is still cool when he smears it between my legs. Long, firm strokes spreads it everywhere his mouth was just at.
