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With her handcuffed, she had to give itallto me. Nothing was held back. Which meant I could fuck her how I wanted, how she needed. Hard. Deep. Thorough.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Take every inch of me.”
I pressed my knees into the bed and took her hard. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. Her tits were up and bouncing because of her restraints.
I loved seeing her like this. Used. Mine. Claimed.
But I couldn’t cum inside her. Not until we talked. She trusted me tying her up. That I’d protect her. That meant a conversation about birth control. About how I wanted everything with her. I wanted to fill her up with my cum. Take it so deep that we made a baby. Hell, maybe I had a breeding kink I didn’t know about, but I wanted everything with Molly.
Soon.
This first time though, I was following through with what I said.
It was torture pulling out, but I slapped my hand on the bedside table and grabbed the key to the cuffs.
“Colt!” she cried, not happy either.
After I unlocked the cuffs and threw her shirt aside, I moved to the side of the bed. Sat. “You knowwhat to do, pretty girl,” I told her. My dick rose, slick and angry from between my legs. She eyed it, licked her lips, then popped up, fell to the floor and settled between my knees.
She looked up at me, her face inches from my dick. I nodded.
Then she gripped me and took me deep.
“Fuck!” I groaned, setting a hand on the back of her head and guiding her. “That’s right. You suck so good.”
Her pussy had been tight, wet. But the cave of her mouth was the perfect suction. I’d been so close fucking her that now–
“Take every drop. Swallow.”
I couldn’t hold back a second longer, bellowing as I shot into her mouth. She swallowed, again and again to take it all. She pulled back, then licked a little dribble of cum from her lips.
I crooked my finger, just like at the rodeo and flopped onto my back. She climbed up my body, hovered over me.
“Sit on my face. Be my good girl and get my beard all covered in your cream.”
Wiggling her hips, she shifted on her knees higher and higher until she hovered over my face. That barepussy was right there and I was ready for more. Ready to give her her reward.
Grabbing her ass, I pulled her down and ate her out. Sensitive from her first orgasm and from being crammed full of dick, she came within seconds.
When she did, she screamed my name.
Mine.
Because while she belonged to me now, I sure as hell belonged to her.
11
COLT
The next morning,Molly was at my table in one of my t-shirts. I set a mug of coffee in front of her and I was filling one for myself from the carafe. Fuck me, this was perfection. My girl in my house, in only my shirt with her pussy sore from my dick, drinking the coffee I made her. It was simple. Domestic. I wanted it for the rest of my life. After all the casual dating, the supposedly serious relationship turned nightmare with Lexi, I wanted this.
Simple. Pure. Real. Hot as fucking hell. I got it all with a gorgeous, submissive, smart doctor.
“Did you want to talk about the autopsyreport?” she asked, then blew on the hot brew before taking a sip.
I forgot all about it, which wasn’t like me. It wasn’t every day I found the woman I was gonna marry and fucked her six ways to Sunday, playing out a few of her very fun, filthy fantasies. And right now, it was… never that I had a woman spend the night and settled in my kitchen. I wanted to settle into one of the chairs, have her climb on my lap and take my dick for a ride again. Not talk about Lance Mann.
“Didn’t look at it,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.
