The Single Life with Zola Patterson - Danielle Allen Page 0,34

me at 6’4” tall and built like a professional football player. His light brown skin had a splattering of freckles across the band of his nose. He was hot, and most importantly regarding why I called him, he was hung.

Cameron had the best tongue, but Jeremiah had the best reach. They were both good in the bedroom overall, but they had different areas of expertise. And to clear my mind, I needed Jeremiah to get as deep as possible and make me forget.

“Hello, Jeremiah,” I said flirtatiously as I rubbed myself against him as I entered.

He was shirtless and wearing just his boxers. He smelled like he was fresh out of the shower. I closed my eyes as he grabbed me from behind and pulled me into him.

“I’m so glad that you called,” he whispered against my ear. His dick was hard, pressing against me.

“I can tell,” I murmured.

“Do you want to talk about what’s going on?” he asked as he gripped my hips.

“I’d rather talk about this,” I answered, grinding my soft ass over the big bulge in his boxers.

His hands slid over and up my belly until he was cupping my breasts. When he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra, he moaned. Spinning me around, he crashed his mouth into mine.

It was my turn to moan.

The desire in his kiss would’ve flooded my panties if I were wearing any.

“Come here,” he demanded, grabbing my hand and dragging me to his bedroom. When we reached his bedroom, his heated gaze took me in.

“You are so sexy,” he grunted as he pushed his boxers off. Stepping out of them, he licked his lips.

“So are you.” I started to take my t-shirt off, but he stopped me.

“You said you wanted to take your mind off things, right?” he asked me.

Looking up at him with a smile, I nodded. “Yes.”

He backed up and reached into his top drawer. “Then let me take care of you.” He pulled the blindfold out first and put it on me, sliding it to my forehead so I could still see. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“Okay,” I breathed as he lifted my t-shirt over my head.

He tossed it to the side and then kissed me hard. Trailing his lips down my neck and chest, he attached his hot mouth around my nipples and sucked as he yanked my yoga pants down. When I stepped out of them, he stood and kissed me again, softer that time.

“Are you ready?” he asked me softly.

I smiled because I knew what was coming. “Yes.”

He lifted me and dropped me with a thud on his bed. His mattress was firm but soft at the same time. I rested my head back on his pillow and reached up and grabbed the bars of the king-sized posterboard bed.

He went to his drawer and pulled out a bunch of stuff and placed it on the nightstand. I watched him as he put the faux leather cuffs with the fur on the inside lining around my wrists and tied me to the bed. But when he put the cuffs on my ankles, I got curious.

“What’s that for?” I wondered.

“I got a new toy I wanted to try out with you,” he replied.

“I don’t know…”

I wanted him to take my mind off things, not have me stressed the fuck out because I can’t move my arms or my legs.

He looked me in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Not enough to be completely at your mercy, but enough to be here right now.

“Not that much,” I answered honestly.

He laughed. Getting up and going to the closet, he brought back a bar.

A smile eased onto my face as I saw what it was. “A spreader bar.”

“At any point you want me to stop, you know I’ll stop,” he said as he attached the bar to the cuffs around my ankles. “And you know I love it when you come, and you smother me with your thighs.” He leaned down and kissed my bare flesh. “But just thinking about you coming over and over again and not being able to stop me from making you come got my dick hard the other night. So, I ordered it online.”

My body clenched at his words. “Okay,” I agreed.

“Good.” He kissed his way up my body until our lips met again. When he pulled away, he smiled. “You ready for me to fuck you and make it all better?”

I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded as he slid down