Page 72 of Seven Year Itch
She must enjoy my words as she picks up speed, her head relentlessly bobbing over me, her teeth catching around my tip in the most wicked way that sends shock waves through my entire body. My abs contract, and my chest pounds as my cock bulges and seeps into her mouth. I can feel her greedy tongue tasting me, lapping around the tip, and swallowing my precum drip by drip.
Fuck, I’m going to come already.
I grip her hair at the roots to gently pull her off, my cock aching at the view of her smudged lipstick and tear-filled eyes. “What did you want to happen tonight, Ace?”
“Huh?” she says, wiping the edges of her lips, her hooded eyes blinking back at me.
“In there.” I nod toward the club. “What did you want that guy to do to you?”
Her chest heaves as she looks down at my soaked cock and swallows.
“Don’t be nervous. Just tell me.” I tip her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“I wanted him to tie me up.” Her blue eyes sparkle in the darkness of my truck, and I can’t help but smile back at her. She makes me proud when she speaks up for herself like that. I’m surprised every time because she says she lacks confidence, but her actions contradict that.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, pointing to the bench seat as I reach into my back pocket for a condom, shoving my pants down my ass and pulling my shirt off over my head to get it out of the way.
I shift to the edge of the seat to make room for her legs as she gets into position, her heels kicked off, and her toes pointed toward me. She flips her blond hair over one shoulder to stare back at me as I roll the rubber over my length.
Hunched over and kneeling between her legs, I slowly inch her dress up over her ass, my cock straining at the view of her like this. Posed and waiting for me but still in that sexy-as-sin dress.Seriously such a good fucking girl.And when I spread her apart and spot the moisture pooled between her folds, my dick weeps with anticipation.
“You soaked for me or that guy in there, Ace?” I ask, dropping a soft bite to her right cheek.
She yelps and shifts back toward me. “Shut up.”
“Answer me.” I bite the other cheek.
“You know it’s for you, asshole,” she groans, dropping her elbows onto the leather seat, to pop her rear up higher. Her head bows, her hair a curtain all around her face.
A smile spreads across my face. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she cries, her hands little fists on the bench. “Please fuck me.”
“Not quite ready,” I tease as I reach to the floor of the truck. The sound of metal clinking causes her to crane her neck to look back at the neon green pickup straps in my hand. I shoot her a devilish smirk. “Put your hands behind your back.”
“Seriously?” She sits back on her heels, and her voice has lost all sexual tones as she stares at the straps like they’re murder weapons.
“Just trust me, Dakota.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and she narrows them challengingly at me before hitting me with that sexy smirk again. With a squeak of irritation, she gives me one hand and then another, allowing me to wrap them with the end of a tie-down strap. One quick glance and I know there’s too much slack to use the ratchet, so I take a deep breath and attempt to slow my racing heart as I tie them as best as I can, ensuring I can free her with one quick tug if needed.
She moans with impatience and wiggles her ass into me, so I grab the ratchet of the strap and slowly click it a few times tobuild anticipation. She stills to listen, and the sound of our heavy breathing before I’ve even entered her causes the blood to rush straight to my cock.
I grip her shoulders and bend her back over so she’s chest down and ass up. Her cheek rests on the cool leather as she stares back at me. God, she looks incredible. Like a fucking wet dream all trussed up and waiting for me.
“I left it loose so you can slip out anytime,” I state, leaning over and pressing my lips to her lower back. I want her to be able to free herself easily if she’s ever uncomfortable. And with how hard I am right now, I am expecting her to get very, very uncomfortable.
“Okay,” she gasps while still squirming against me.
“But just to be safe... we should have a safe word.”
“Okay,” she repeats herself, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Any preference?”
“Lambchop,” she blurts out and I have to look away as I fight back my laugh.
“Lambchopit is.” I shift up onto my knees and press my tip to her center, rubbing my head around her opening to get her primed. “You ready?”
