himself over her, their gazes locked, and then he kissed her. Slow, deep and long. Her body was writhing under him when he broke the kiss. He turned his attention on her breasts, feasting on her like his favorite meal, because she was. By the time he reached her pussy, she was so fucking wet and sensitive that she came almost as soon as he touched her. He was so fucking hard, but he continued to feast until she was sated. Then reached for the condom. She squirmed because she knew what was coming next. He fingered her pussy, then moved lower to that tight ring.
“Oh god,” she moaned, and lifted her hips.
“You want me to fuck you here?” he asked.
Her reply was almost broken with want. “Yes.”
He didn’t need lube, used her own heat to prep her entrance. He lifted her hips, and she helped. He grinned at her enthusiasm. Holding his cock, he pressed into her, feeling the resistance. Her breathing was coming out in pants, her nipples were hard, her pussy wet and getting wetter. He pushed forward, breeched the ring and bit back a moan because, fuck, she felt so goddamn good, gripping his cock like a velvet vice.
Her head dropped back, and the sound that came from her almost had him ramming into her ass, but he entered her slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Her knuckles were white with how hard she was fisting her restraints. When he was fully seated, he bent over her and kissed her hard on the mouth. The movement adding more pressure on her ass, causing a moan to escape that he swallowed. He then settled back, his focus moving down her body to where they were connected. He pulled out and sank back in, slow at first, but she felt so fucking good, the grip on his cock so tight that, soon, he was thrusting into her ass.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she moaned.
He fingered her clit, before sinking two fingers into her pussy.”
“Oh god, Kade,” she cried, as she came, her pussy convulsing around his fingers. Her back arched, and she clenched her ass, squeezing his cock so hard, he felt the burn starting at his lower back, before moving into his balls, and then he was coming and so hard, he couldn’t stop the harsh moan that burned up his throat.
He didn’t move, his breath labored, his eyes on Molly. He’d never get enough of her. He pulled out of her, climbed off the bed. She was so sated; her eyes were growing heavy. “You’re going to fuck me to death,” she said, but didn’t sound at all upset by the fact.
“Not to death, but we can get close,” he teased, then pressed a kiss on her lips before he went to take care of the condom.
As promised, he fed her and gave her breaks for the bathroom, but the rest of the day, she was bound. It wasn’t even so much the idea of restraining her, though he did like her spread out like a smorgasbord for him, but it was the trust that she was giving him. Putting herself completely at his mercy and trusting that he wouldn’t abuse the privilege.
He’d fucked her with his mouth, his cock, and his hand. He’d fucked her mouth, her pussy and her ass, and still, he wasn’t sated. He knew when it came to her, he never would be. He also knew life was too fucking short, and when you found what you wanted, you took it. He wanted her. She was still coming down from the orgasm he’d just given her so didn’t react, right away, when he slipped the first binding from her wrist.
“What are you doing? You still have…” she glanced at the clock. “Two hours.”
He freed her other wrist, then worked on her ankles.
“On your stomach,” he ordered.
She didn’t hesitate, having no idea what he was doing, but trusting him. He started at her shoulders and worked his way over her body, massaging her muscles that had to be sore. She moaned in appreciation. She was boneless by the time he finished.
“Molly.”
Her one eye opened. “I feel this day needs to be a monthly event, maybe weekly.”
He climbed from the bed, pulled on his sweats and disappeared into the dressing room, before returning. She was sitting up, cross-legged on the bed, his focus moving to her pussy, for a second, before lifting back to her face. He sat