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“Clothes, Raven,” I say as I unbuckle my belt.
She quickly undresses and tosses them aside. I pull her to me and press down on her back so she’s leaning on the iron board. She spreads her legs and adjusts her stance, getting ready for me. I slide my fingers across her lips and stick them in my mouth to get a little taste. Fucking hell. I tease her entrance with the head of my dick and watch her wiggle her ass, trying to work it in. I give her a smack on both cheeks, grab her hips, and plunge inside her. She cries out and reaches back to grab my wrist. I remain still, tripping out on how amazing she feels. No woman has ever felt this good, not even remotely close. Her body jerks and she arches her back when I lean forward and gently nip at her back with my teeth.
“Gage...”
And there it is. My name on her lips is all I need. I place one hand on her shoulder and begin to move. Every time I get inside her, it’s the same; I want to go slow and drag out this feeling for as long as I can, but at the same time I want to go hard and fast so I can get to the part where I come in her sweet pussy. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Especially in moments like this, when she’s grabbing onto my dick like a fucking vice. Fuck it. I slide my hand around her neck and pull her against me.
“Trust me?”
“Of course,” she replies instantly.
Trust. I don’t know what I did to earn hers so completely, but I’ll do everything I can to keep it. She yelps in surprise when I grab her thighs and lift her off the floor. I position her torso on the ironing board and wrap her legs around me, keeping my hand on her throat. She holds on to me with both legs, her heels digging into my back.
“I got you, babe.”
“I know.”
When I start to move, the board wobbles precariously and she grabs ahold of it. I push deep, wanting to drown myself in her. I wish I could spend my days just like this. I don’t need anything else but my dick encased in her tight, wet pussy. She tightens her grip on me, shutting down a part of my brain. I pump into her, gradually increasing the pressure on her neck.
“Gage!”
I remember the little gift I have for her and take her to the bed. When I lay her down and pull out of her, she quickly moves up on her hands and knees, waiting for me. Perfection.
“Turn around, doll. I have something for you.”
“What?” She faces me, staring up with wide eyes.
I search my discarded jeans for the box, open it, and present it to her.
“What’s that?”
“Nipple clamps.”
She smiles, motioning to me eagerly. “Put them on.”
I clip one nipple first, adjusting the pressure to her liking, then repeat with the next, and watch as she squirms.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. They feel good.”
I pull on the chain gently, testing her. She moans, throwing her head back. I pull a little harder, amazed that she’s not averse to this kinky shit. There’s so much I want to show her, but I’ll take it slowly.
“Gage…I want you to do something.”
“Tell me.”
“Tie me up.”
“What? No,” I answer, the memory of how she freaked out when I held her hands together fresh in my mind.
“Please. I want to.”
“No, Raven. I’m not doing it.”
She kneels in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. “I understand why you don’t want to, but Ineedto do this. I know you want to.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
