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“I know you’re upset with me,” she continued, that voice still softer than the crackle of flames licking at paper. “And I know you’re upset about being here, in this house. But I think you know I’m not here to talk about it, or hash things out. The guys sent me in here to help you forget. At least until morning. Then you can go back to being pissed at me.” Pausing, eyes flickered down my body in sensuous mimicry of mine.
“Or, maybe,” she said with a subtle bite of her lower lip, “you can just stay pissed at me the whole time. That might be fun, too.”
I dry swallowed, but didn’t look away. Didn’t reach for my beer.
And I certainly didn’t try flexing my legs.
“So, either unzip yourself,” she said, her purring voice as dark, sweet, and rich as molasses, “or I’ll do it with my teeth. Unless, of course, you want to subdue a naked, handcuffed woman.”
The distant feel of belt leather was already on my fingers before she’d finished speaking. Then, the metal of my zipper’s tab and the snap of my jeans as, whimpering, she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and used her shoulders to widen my knees.
My cock was out. I barely even remembered exposing myself to her, to the heat of the living room.
“Good,” she groaned.
Her mouth was liquid heat as she engulfed me. My head fell back against the couch, and a growl rattled through my chest as her tongue began to swirl around my head and shaft. She gently sucked, and my hands went to her hair and drew back her long, fire-tinged strands so I could see those perfect lips working their way up and down my shaft. She looked so diligent, so dedicated, and I felt another surge of rushing blood.
Our moans filled the living room as, cheeks drawn in and strands of saliva glistening like diamonds in the bare light, Ambyr continued to stroke and work me, to take almost all of me again and again. Eyes closed, she slicked my cock with her mouth, her tongue now flicking and caressing the underside. My hips began to move, and I could already feel how close I was.
I moved a hand down to her shoulder, another to her jaw.
“Stop,” I growled. “I can’t take much more.”
Drawing her mouth from me, she opened her eyes and looked up to me as a small smile lifted the corners of her lips. She rose from her knees, and looked like she was about to straddle me. Her smiling mouth turned into an “O” of surprise as my hands found her hips and roughly put her down on the couch. She adjusted herself quickly, putting her cuffed hands out to the side, but I was already grabbing her thighs and spreading her wide as my mouth began to lower
Her scent was more haze-inducing than any beer, wine, or whiskey, and I couldn’t stop myself long enough to even kiss the inside of her thigh. No, I had to have her on my tongue as surely as I needed air to breathe and water to drink, and so I dove in mouth-first. Groaning and digging fingers into her muscular thighs, I lowered myself till I was half on the couch. I lapped deep and long with the flat of my tongue, relishing every taste of her like she was a fine wine.
Moaning, she thrashed on the couch as I found her clit with the circling tip of my tongue. Wrapping one arm entirely around her leg, I found her breast with my hand as I held her more securely in place. I covered her entirely, fingers kneading her flesh and my palm teasing her nipple, as I closed my lips around her clit and began to gently suck and pile on the sensory overload. The fingers of my other hand were already inside her. I curled to find her G-spot and she began to buck wildly under my touch, her head whipping side-to-side as I sucked and sucked on her clit and stroked and stroked to bring her closer and closer to the edge.
Her insides massaged at my fingers, and her mouth began to beg as her undulating hips began to grind her sex against my mouth. “Yes, yes, Jericho,” she said, her voice pitching higher, and her words coming faster as her musky sweetness washed over me, “right there, yes, there, please, please, please don’t—”
I knew what word was coming next, though… And so I did exactly what she didn’t want.
She let out a moan of protest as both my mouth and fingers left her. And then I was on my feet and pulling off the rest of my clothes. Back into my arms she came, her tight body so hot I might as well have been cradling a log from the fire as I guided her onto my lap.
Ambyr tried to angle her hips to envelope me, but I held them steady and kept my cock from inside her. Whimpering, she tried to wiggle forward, but my two fingers on her clit stopped her. She sucked in a sharp breath as I began to rub to either side of her sensitive nub, and then she was swearing low as her eyes rolled back and her naked chest fell forward. Her breasts flattened against my pecs, and her panting lips found my ear.
“Yes,” she groaned, her hips writhing and grinding against my fingers. “Right there, Jericho. Yes, sir, right there.” Moving up and down, she worked herself on my digits, fixing herself in a rhythm that I knew would bring her right to where she wanted to be, as my other hand slid over her body and took all of her in. The rise and fall of her breasts, her sensitive nipples, her muscular waist, the swell of her hips and thighs.
“Please, sir, I’m so, so—!” My fingers left her, and she let out another frustrated cry, which I stymied by pushing my now-drenched fingers past her lips. The fingers of my other hand dug into her ass cheek. Moaning, she began to suck, like my good, sweet, begging girl.
“No,” I growled, my thumb sliding over her jaw. “Not yet.”
“Why?” she asked in a soft whimper as my fingers left her mouth and began to slide over her lips. “Why not now?”
“Like you don’t know,” I growled back, my hand leaving her ass and sliding up and over a bound arm till I found her long, flame-tinged hair. My fingers tightened in her strands, and then I was pulling her head back as I edged my cock closer and began to rub my head over her clit and lips, fucking the outside of her in long, slow strokes.
“Like you don’t fucking know,” I repeated in her ear in a low growl, my hips still slowly grinding us together as my lips moved down to her slender neck.
“It’s because I’ve been bad, isn’t it?” she whisper-moaned as her hips ground her damp sex against the underside of my cock. “It’s because this is you punishing me.”
“Beginning to punish you,” I corrected between kisses and soft bites. “Keeping you cuffed and a prisoner would be one thing. But where’s the fun in that for me?”
“You want the same fun Morgan and Andrew had, don’t you?”
“And I’ll have it.” My hand traveled back down to the rounded cheek of her ass, began to rub and circle. “After I’m finished with my other fun. And your punishment.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and I could tell she instinctively knew what I was talking about as I began to more roughly caress her firm globe, to dig in my fingers and make a tactile promise of things to come.
