Page 114 of Rogue Mission
“I know. I like them. They’re yours.”
That freezes him for a beat. Then he seems to break. With rough motions, he shoves my knees apart, moaning hotly. “Is your pussy sore?”
As he traces a finger along my labia, and I stammer, “Do you want me to say yes?”
“I do.” That finger trails lower, and circles its way back up.
My mind is splintering. Already taking me to a new level of pleasure.
“Good, because I am sore,” I whisper, “Deep. All over.”
When I tip my face toward him, he’s fisting that bare cock, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I can’t be taking you like that all the time, sweetheart. I’ll hurt you.”
I’m surprised at the moan that catches in my throat and the way my nipples become absolute rocks.
“I loved it.”
He buries his thumb in my slit. “There aren’t words for how I felt about taking you hard.”
“Can you do it again?”
He strokes his cock again, the head going dark burgundy from the massive amount of blood that’s stretching the crown.
“Iwilldo it again.” He leans over, drawing the edge of his teeth against my nipple.
After laving it with his tongue, he works his way down my body. Licking. Kissing.
“First though, I need a hit of this drug.” He removes his fingers from my core and licks them wickedly, moaning.
I almost come.
When my knees try to draw together from the tension in my core, he pushes them open again. “When we get home to my bed, I’ll tie these up. You won’t be able to close them until I say so.”
What?
I’ve never felt the kind of flame that’s raging in my tummy. “You’ll tie me up?”
“We learn how to use ropes in all kinds of ways in the Teams.”
His eyes smolder when I curl my lips into a smile. “Okay.”
“You like that idea, huh?”
“Mmmm. Hmmm.”
He snags my wrist, causing me to gasp. When his lips find my pulse-point, I let out a lusty whimper.
Then he grabs the other wrist, and I have to shift my hips to deal with the corkscrew of pleasure.
I’m pulsing. Deep in my core.
“This gets you hot, doesn’t it, my bad girl?”
“M-maybe?”
His laugh is dark.
There’s a jangle of metal, his belt buckle. Watching my face the entire time, he binds my wrist above my head.
