Her hips rock against mine.
She needs me so fucking badly.
I drag my lips down her neck, over her collarbone, to her chest. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck softly.
Her hands find my hair. "Fuck."
I do it again.
"Brendon." Her hips rock against me. Her hand knots in my hair. "God."
I suck harder.
Her groan echoes around the room.
I toy with her until she's shaking. Then I bring my hand between her thighs and I stroke her over her panties.
She's fucking dripping.
I can feel it even with all that cotton in the way.
"Fuck." She tugs at my hair.
She bucks against me. Again and again.
I push her closer to the edge.
Suck a little harder.
Stroke a little softer.
I watch need spill over her expression. Her eyelids press together. Her brow knits. Her teeth sink into her lip.
She's so fucking close.
But she's not coming on my hand.
Not today.
I bring my hands to her hips and push her onto the bed.
She falls onto her back. Looks up at me with a mix of need and affection in her eyes.
"Scoot up and put your hands over your head," I demand.
She holds my gaze as she moves up the bed.
Her hands go to her hips.
She pushes her panties to her knees then kicks them off her ankles.
Then she brings her hands over her head.
Fuck, she's baiting me.
If it was someone else, it would annoy me.
But on her I fucking love it.
I pull my bondage rope from the bedside table and place my body next to hers.
She looks up at me, watching me tie a knot around her wrists and tie it to the railing of the bed.
Her breath hitches in her throat as I test the restraints.
Her fingers curl into her palms.
Her teeth sink into her lips.
She fucking likes being bound.
It's not exactly news. I could tell that last time. But I was too caught up in finally having her to notice just how much she wanted it.
Kay.
My angel.
My demanding dirty girl.
Fuck, the desire in her eyes is making my balls tight.
I need to be inside her.
But this first.
This for as long as she can fucking stand it.
I press her knees apart and kneel between them.
She looks up at me with a plea in her soft green eyes. "Brendon. Please."
Fuck, the way my name rolls off her lips.
Like she needs me more than she's ever needed anything.
Like I really do replace all the hurt in her life with pleasure.
I know I can't do that everywhere. The whole supportive boyfriend thing—fuck, I have no idea if I'm capable of that.
But I can do this.
I can satisfy her here.
I pick up the vibrator and turn it on.
Kaylee gasps at the sound of the buzz.
Nervousness spills into her expression.
But there's trust in her eyes.
Fuck, I need every ounce of that.
I need it in my bones.
I need it a hell of a lot more than I need to be inside her.
And I really fucking need to be inside her.
I tap the toy against her inner thigh. It's on the lowest setting, but, still, it makes her jump. Well, as much as she can jump bound to my bed.
My eyes lock with hers.
She nods keep going.
I bring it higher. Press it against her soft skin.
Her toes curl.
Again, she nods keep going.
Higher.
Higher.
Almost.
I press it against her clit.
"Fuck." Her pupils dilate. Her nails sink into her palm.
I keep it pressed against her.
Her eyelids flutter together.
A groan falls off her lips.
Another.
She tugs at her restrains. "More."
I grab the lube from the bedside table, slather it over the toy, and bring it to her cunt.
The brush of it makes her jump.
"Fuck." She arches her back, rocking her hips. Her eyes meet mine. They plead now.
Slowly, I slide the toy inside her.
Her eyes go wide.
Her thighs press against my legs.
Her toes curl into the bed.
Fuck, it's so beautiful watching pleasure spill over her face.
I bring the rabbit ears to her clit.
Her breath catches in her throat.
A groan falls off her lips.
She arches her back, pushing the toy deeper.
Every single part of her is begging for more.
It's the best thing I've ever seen.
Slowly, I push the toy deeper.
Then I bring it out, all the way to the tip.
Her eyelids flutter open. She stares up at me, those green eyes heavy with need. "Please."
I push the toy inside her then pull it out.
I do it again.
A little harder.
There. Her teeth sink into her lips. Her groan vibrates down her chest. This is exactly how she needs it.
I push the toy deeper.
A few thrusts and she's tugging at her restraints.
A few more and her eyelids flutter closed.
Her groans get louder. Lower.
With the next thrust, she comes. It's so fucking beautiful watching pleasure spill all the way to her fingers and toes.
She shakes. She pants. She groans my name again and again.
I give her a moment to catch her breath, then I thrust the toy inside her again. I fill her with steady thrusts. Until I'm jealous of the fucking vibrator. Until I'm desperate to toss it aside and bury myself in her.
Then I thrust it into her again.
Her lips part. "Fuck. God. I... Uh..." She tries to reach for me. Rubs against the restraints instead. It makes her groan. It makes her legs shake. It makes her hips buck.
She fucking likes being at my mercy.
It's a good thing, because I fucking love it. I need it. Every drop of it.
She rocks through her next orgasm, groaning my name, shaking as she pulses.
This time, I don't give her a chance to catch her breath.
I fuck her harder. Deeper.
"Brendon. Fuck..." She bites her lips. "It's... I..."
"You want me to stop?" My voice is a dare. It's a lot to take. But she can handle it.
I drive the toy into her again.
Again.
Again.
"Uh... I... Uh... no." She bucks her hips. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck."
She goes fucking crazy. Panting. Shaking. Groaning my name loud enough to get the neighbors calling in a noise complaint.
I watch every bit of pleasure spill over her face as she comes again.
Then I pull the toy away, turn it off, toss it aside.
"Please." She looks up at me. Watches with rapt attention as I pull my t-shirt over my head. Undo my jeans and slide them off my hips.
I don't have the fucking time to lose them completely. I need to be inside her.
I nudge her knees apart and bring my body onto hers.
Her chest presses against mine. She kisses me hard and deep. She kisses me like she's claiming me. Like she'll never get enough of my lips and my hands and my cock and my torture.
My hands plant outside her shoulders.
My tip strains against her.
Fuck, there's nothing in the way.
Just my flesh against hers.
It feels too fucking good.
And I'm too fucking close to the edge.
I have to pull back. To kiss her harder. To knot my hand in her long blond hair.
She groans against my mouth. Rocking her hips. Begging me for more. Begging me to take her.