Page 36 of Forever Finds Us
“Make yourself come and then get up here and fuck me.”
Stilling my hand, I let my fingers slip from my body.
He growled at me. “Don’t stop. Why’re you stoppin’?”
“Stop givin’ me orders. Want me to duct tape your mouth?”
A darkness passed through his eyes. He watched my mouth for a moment, and I almost thought he’d say yes, but he shook his head.
He groaned his frustration and flexed his hips deeper into the mattress as I touched myself again.
Dipping my fingers inside my pussy, I pulled them out slowly, then held them over his lips. They parted and I waited for his tongue to reach for them. When it did and he pulled my fingers into his mouth and sucked, I climbed onto the bed and over his stomach, and I kneeled above him and fucked myself with my other hand, trapping his cock between my legs, letting it bump against my hand occasionally.
His chest heaved with breath as he watched me, and I reveled in the power he’d given me. I felt like a goddess, moaning and rocking above him and rubbing myself to ecstasy, while his thighs tightened below me and he tried to pull his wrists free from the restraints so he could take charge, and this time, my height and stature only added to the powerful feeling inside me, running through my veins like an electrical charge.
That confidence and his masculine display of competing strength pushed me over the edge, and I rubbed my clit hard, rolling my hips to orgasm, gasping and practically purring. Every nerve ending inside me fired and buzzed. My head tipped back, and I sighed as I came and then lowered my body to his and took his cock inside, not allowing him one second to prepare.
He groaned. “Goddamn, you feel so good.” He bucked his hips, trying to fuck up into me, but I rose on my knees, not letting him reach the depth he was desperate for.
“Roxanne,” he begged.
Or was he… scolding me?
When he spoke again, the sound was coarse and held a command. “Fuck me. Take all of me.”
“Like this?” I lowered my body, my hands splayed over his chest, taking him deeper just like he wanted, rocking us both and making the bed frame creak.
His response was tight and so quiet, I almost couldn’t hear him. “Yes. Just like that. Faster.”
I let him have his way for a few minutes and increased my pace, my knees digging into my mattress, my body enveloping his rhythmically.
He watched me, watched my body take his inside, his hips moving in tandem, and he squeezed his eyes shut. His oblique muscles popped as he breathed faster and faster, and I knew he was close, but I wasn’t done with him.
Lifting up on my knees again, I released him, and his breath hitched and stopped. He was ready to come.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not yet.”
He growled again, and I smiled. He had no idea the power his need for me had given me and the way it made all my anxiety and inhibitions bleed away.
Coated in my cum, his cock looked especially slippery, so I lowered myself but this time let it settle between my pussy lips, and I rubbed myself on him, teasing him and working myself into a frenzy with the rolling pressure on my clit.
Quick, shallow pants were his only source of oxygen. I thought he might pass out, but he was in exemplary shape, so I closed my eyes and worked him harder. My fingertips dug into his pecs, and my core spasmed on emptiness, begging to be filled again.
I closed my eyes, letting the rush take root deep inside my body once more. The bed creaked louder, and Brand grunted. I heard an odd snapping sound, metal bending, and then his hands were on me, still cuffed together, but when I opened my eyes, the middle slat on the headboard had been bent just enough for him to break free.
A smug smile appeared on his lips. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, and then his hands slid down my body and between my legs.
I lifted up on my knees in surprise, and he sought any hole he could find. Pushing three fingers inside me roughly, just like he’d promised, he watched my face as I climbed closer and closer to release. The pad of his thumb found my clit and he tapped quickly, until I had no other choice but to explode.
He hadn’t forgotten how I’d tortured him before. That was obvious when with his next breath, he stole his fingers away, bent his knees beneath me, and lifted my body above him with the brute strength in his thighs. And when he dropped the backs of his knees to the bed, my body slammed back down on his cock, but the man’s aim was true.
“Yes!” His head fell back on my pillow, and he bucked up into me.
My breasts bounced with each thrust. Breath punched out of my mouth, and before I knew what he was doing, he flipped me and pressed my chest to the bed with his still-cuffed hands on the middle of my back. He grabbed the cuff key from the edge of my bedside table and held it between his teeth, braced himself on my back again, and spread my legs open with his knees.
With the key still gritted between his teeth, he slapped my ass and commanded, “Up.” The harsh smacking sound of his hand on my skin and the sting it left there made a shot of lust rush through me, and I moaned. “That’s enough of playtime,” he said. “I’m in charge now, Roxanne. You gonna do what I say?”
Nodding as fast as I could, I bent my knees and raised my ass up in the air, and as he pushed inside me again, he slipped his arms over my head, leaning over me now, his hot chest to my back, his cock teasing me slowly. The smooth strokes of his body inside mine felt like pulsing velvet, and then he spit the key next to my arm on the bed.
