Page 109 of Triggered By Love
She kicked off her panties and spread the lips between her legs for him, rubbing her wetness from her vagina to her clit.
He licked his lips, biting them with a look so hungry and inviting.
Her clit was plump, begging to be licked, and still, she tortured him, circling her pleasure button and thrusting two fingers inside of herself.
He stuck out his tongue, wagging it and licking, lapping like the horndog she knew he was.
Since he was practically begging, she moved up to his face and sat down hard over him.
His tongue shot up hard, and a zing of pleasure shot through her, almost throwing her over the edge. She tensed and backed off, wanting to prolong the tingling, and there was nothing he could do but raise his head, chasing her soaked pussy.
Turning around, she propped herself over his face and picked up his fully plumped penis. His tongue went to work, eagerly lapping and flicking while she swallowed his cock.
Her thighs quivered and his hips rocked, moving his cock in and out, in and out of her mouth. Even tied down, he was taking charge, fucking her mouth, and it was both scary and thrilling. Her body in turn was exploding, the pleasure ramping up, rushing higher with the fast rhythm of his tongue. She could barely keep her mouth closed over his dick as a howl of passion overtook her, shocking her with a solid bolt of such exquisite ecstasy, higher than any drug had ever taken her.
Screaming his name, she came, rippling over and over, as her juices squirted over Jason’s busy mouth. At the same time, his powerful cock swelled and burst. His entire body tensed and jerked, and he groaned, hissing like a stream of hot lava meeting the salty sea.
She whipped herself around so they were face-to-face, and she swam over his sweaty body, kissing him and loving him through the glowing aftershocks.
Holding on, she lay over him and felt his heart beat underneath hers as their breathing slowly returned to a semblance of normality.
“Was that scary enough?” she asked once she caught her breath.
“No, you’re going to have to do better.” He chuckled softly.
“You’re not afraid of triggering me?” She nuzzled her face against his, blowing in his ear.
“Oh, I’m fully enjoying setting you off. Let’s do it again.”
“Okay. But I’m going to cut your shirt off. I want you naked. Every bit.”
“Why can’t you untie my hands?”
She wagged her finger at him. “Because I love the power I have over you.”
Grabbing a pair of scissors, she cut across his shirt to his sleeves. The ugly black bruising over his right shoulder swelled over his reddened skin.
Shame swept over her at how inconsiderate she’d been, taking only her pleasure and forgetting that he’d been hurt.
Tentatively, she prodded the injured area and he winced, flinching from her touch.
“What happened? You said you’d tell me.”
“It’s nothing. Just a glancing blow.”
“Of what? A baseball bat?” She turned his head aside and examined the swelling at the base of his neck. “This looks serious.”
“I’m okay. Someone hit me with a pipe outside of Popo’s. I ducked and deflected the blow, but he was too quick. He ran around the corner while I was down.”
“Wait, you were attacked?” She stiffened and sat up. All desire drained from her, replaced with concern. “Do you think it’s the same guy who attacked Ivanna?”
He huffed a sigh, sensing playtime was over. “Possibly, or he was paid by the same guy.”
“What time was this?”
Jason gave her the approximate time in a deadpan voice.
“Then it wasn’t Larry. I was on the phone with Larry.”
