Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,29

to rub my fingers, slide my tongue, press my dick.

“I love your dick, Gunner,” she says.

She shakes her hips as she heads closer to me, letting the straps of her bra fall down over her creamy shoulders.

“Feel free to come touch it if you want, sweetheart. Or lick it. Or ride it. It’s all yours to do whatever you want with.” I fist my hand around it and pull slowly, from the shaft up to the head. Her eyes follow my hand.

The way she moves convinces me she’s some kind of beautiful witch putting me under her spell. Her body is still rocking with the music, but her eyes are flicking over my body. She reaches up and unsnaps her bra. Her big, sweet tits swing out, heavy and gorgeous, the nipples already hard and ready for my mouth.

“Come let me suck those, baby,” I say.

“Let me suck that first,” she says, pointing to my dick.

I let go of it and lay back as Harlow climbs onto the bed and pulls my pants and boxers off with one excited yank. I throw my shirt to the side, and she licks her lips.

“Perfect,” she hums. Her tits press on the muscles of my upper thighs and her tiny, soft hands grab onto my dick. I love that she uses both hands. She spends a few minutes rubbing the shaft up and down, drawing her fingers over the head, and cupping my balls, but soon she can’t keep her mouth away.

“Gunner, I’ve wanted to suck on you so bad,” she moans. Her lips part and she takes my dick in, her tongue licking in circles like she’s trying to taste it all at once, her lips tight around my width. She slides me deep in, until I feel the back of her throat. She’s sucking slow and hard, her hands running along my thighs and up over my abs.

I’m happy as hell I took up boxing and got back in top shape. Watching her dance made me realize how perfect she really is in every single way, inside and out. My heart may be a rotten black lump, but at least I can please her with my body.

With that thought in mind, I sit up and tug on her shoulders. Her mouth pops off my dick, sucking with extra eagerness on my head and making me groan. She looks let down, like I stopped her getting the last sweet licks of a sucker.

“What’s the matter? Did you want it different?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

I lay her back on the bed, reach for the bedside table and pull a black satin box out of the top drawer. I take out handcuffs. The gleam of the silver catches her eyes.

“You trust me?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes big as dinner plates. I take her wrists and hold them over her head, slide the cuffs through the bar in my headboard, and watch her bite that lip as I snap the metal links closed.

“I like this.” I draw the back of my hand down her body, watching her gasp in and out. “Yeah. I like this a lot.” I flip my hand over and press up from her hips to her tits, squeezing softly, then hard enough to make her gasp and moan. “I love this sweet little body.”

I rip her thong to the side, the waistband biting into her skin before it tears. I bend my head down, lodge my tongue against her clit, and lick up hard, dragging my tongue over her stomach, between her tits, along her neck. She yelps. “Nice. Next time, louder. And crazier. I said I wanted you to scream, didn’t I?”

I dip my head down and draw her left nipple in, sucking and biting gently while I squeeze the right. Her hips lift off the bed, and I cram my thigh between her legs, letting her rub hard against me. I feel the wet slide of her on my skin, and it makes me suck and squeeze harder. She matches my pace, jerking her hips hard against me. I switch off, giving each gorgeous tit the attention it deserves. Harlow moans and pulls her arms, making the cuffs clank against the bar.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re stuck here for a while,” I whisper, kissing her neck, her ears, along her jaw. “After that dance and the way you sucked my dick, I’m feeling like I’m in your debt. And you know I hate owing anyone anything. Call it my stupid pride, but