The second her fingers touched me, she slowly massaged my sac.
I locked my arms around her waist, and I pressed my mouth to her neck. I kissed her soft skin, giving her gentle kisses then aggressive nibbles. My tongue moved up her neck and I breathed in her ear, feeling her body soften and harden at the same time. Her fingers started to work me harder, and she turned her face into mine, practically begging for a kiss.
She wouldn’t get a kiss until she earned it.
I teased her by brushing my mouth over hers, but I never let them connect. I could feel the metal ring she wore against my dick as she touched me, only reminding me that she belonged to me.
My hands gripped the fabric of her dress, and I slowly pulled it up, drawing it over her hips until it bunched around her waist. Her perky ass stuck out, the black thong contrasting against the fair color of her skin.
I hooked one finger inside her thong and slowly dragged it down, moving over her slender thighs until it was bunched around her knees.
Her back rose with the deep breaths she took, her excitement obvious in her heavy breathing. Her dress was yanked up, and her panties were around her knees.
Perfect.
I grabbed the back of her neck and slowly pushed her to the bed, keeping the arch in her back as she moved. Her ass stuck out, and she placed her chin against the comforter. Her feet were still on the floor, but she pushed up on the balls of her feet.
I stood behind her with a twitching dick, admiring all the hills and valleys of this beautiful woman. I moved on top of her and pressed a kiss to the top of her spine. Her skin immediately pebbled with goose bumps as I migrated down her back, kissing the curve in her back then the top of her ass.
She tightened underneath me, her breathing becoming harsher. The anticipation was killing her, the purposeful wait that I was making her suffer. Her wrists stayed against her back, but she tested them time to time, as if she forgot the silk keeping her there.
My hands pressed against the mattress on either side of her hips, and I leaned into her, my heavy cock pressing into her ass. I started to grind against her, pushing against her luscious cheeks.
Her fingers reached for me, but I was too far away.
This woman was entirely mine to enjoy.
I grabbed her throat then tilted her head back as far as it would go. When her eyes reached mine, I tightened my hold on her neck. “Stay.” I released her neck and pressed my hand against the mattress.
I pushed my dick into her soaked slit and sank deep. Both of my hands fisted the comforter underneath me as my cock absorbed her arousal like a sponge. There hadn’t been an instance when I wasn’t greeted by her slickness. She was always ready for me, at any time. I slid all the way inside, my size thickening and stretching her petiteness as wide as possible. I stared down at her face and watched the way she enjoyed it. When I pushed a little too far, her body immediately shifted. Sometimes I hit her cervix on accident because my length was too long.
For the first few seconds, I just enjoyed the way she felt. I memorized how her shoulders were pulled back because of the way her wrists were bound. The small muscles of her body were flexed and noticeable underneath the skin. She had been weak when she was recovering from her gunshot wound, but now she was back to her usual strength.
But she chose to bend for me.
I teased her with my cock, letting her feel how hard I was for her. I wanted to her feel the calm before the storm, to feel completely possessed by the man she gave her heart to. When I walked in that door, I wanted her all to myself. I didn’t give a shit if Thorn was there. It could be the President of the United States, and I still wouldn’t give a damn.
Without warning, I started to thrust hard. My weight drove her into the mattresses, and I pushed her deeper into the bed, making her shift up and down as I pounded into her hard. I hit her at the right angle, making her clit grind against the sheets underneath her.
She panted right away, her moans mingling with her heavy breathing. Her wrists writhed in their bindings as she tried to yank free. She didn’t want to escape, but she wanted to turn around and touch me. I knew she wanted to drag her nails down my back and split me open.
But she didn’t have the right to.
At this angle, I had her so deep. I had her so submissive. I already wanted to dump my load in her pussy. I wanted to do it over and over again. But my need for possessiveness restrained me.
She was about to come. I could feel it in the way she tightened around me. I could feel it in the way her breathing slowed.
I shoved myself completely inside her and remained still.
She growled in defiance.
I looked down at her face, seeing the redness in her cheeks and the hatefulness in her eyes. “Diesel…”
I ground against her, making her clit rub harder against the sheets underneath her.
She moaned as both of her hands formed fists.
“You. Are. Mine.”
She hesitated before she answered, enjoying the friction I gave her. “Yes…”
“Yes, Boss Man.”
Her breath came out shaky before she complied. “Yes, Boss Man.”
I pulled out my dick then hooked my arm across her
