Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I reach down and cup his balls, gently massaging them.
“Hartford, take my cock deep down your throat. I want you to choke on my cum.”
The dirty words he says only spur me on. Who knew Paxton would have such a filthy mouth in the bedroom? It makes me hot.
He grips me tighter, not letting up for a second as he fucks my mouth with his dick. Slow and steady at first. Then he goes a bit quicker, and my body pulses with need.
“That’s it. Suck it,” he says on repeat, until the moment he lets loose, bucking his hips as he pushes my head further down.
My body nearly explodes the moment Paxton loses complete control. The moment his release coats my tongue and I swallow it down.
“So fucking pretty,” he says as he watches me, his eyes wide and big. Like he’s seeing me for the first time. His finger traces down the side of my face, ending at my chin. “You’re such a good little submissive. I might have to reward you.”
Chills skate over my skin at the thought of what that reward might be.
Chapter Eighteen
Paxton
I continue to stare at Hartford, still recovering from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced and the shock of her being the one to give it to me. There’s no doubt that I’m going to keep this going as long as humanly possible, so when I say she might be rewarded, I mean she will be.
Her wide eyes stare at me as I stand and tuck myself away. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, nodding her head.
Listening to her call me Sir is doing something to me. Turns me on even more. Makes my heart beat a little faster. Harder. Turns me into some sort of wild beast.
On the back wall, there’s a shelf with all types of sex toys. A shiny pair of handcuffs catches my eye and I grin. I’ve been wanting to see her back in cuffs since the day she had an allergic reaction to the feather.
I snag the handcuffs and walk back to her, ignoring all the other couples. Right now, it feels like it’s just Hartford and me in this room.
When I step up to her, she keeps her head down. It’s sexy as hell watching her submit to me. Not something I thought I’d find so fucking erotic, but I do.
“Look at me,” She complies and lifts her head. “good girl. Now, I want you to sit on the chair and put your hands above your head.” The red fabric chair has dark wood on the arms and on the top of its high back. Fortunately for me, the wood on the top has a gap, just enough where I can have her hands securely handcuffed above her.
Once she lifts her hands, I make quick work of slipping the handcuffs through the gap and clicking them around each wrist. When I step back and stare at her in this position, my dick hardens.
Her breathing’s heavy, her cheeks are tinged pink, and her eyes are wild with excitement. It’s a stunning sight.
“Damn, Hart, you look fucking incredible. I’ve been wanting you back in handcuffs so I could do what I wanted to do the last time.” I lower to my knees and run my hands up her thighs, over her tits, and up her arms. I reach her wrists and trace my finger around the cuffs. “Sexiest bracelets I’ve ever seen you wear.”
She smiles and the intense heat in her eyes could set my body on fire. She’s ready.
I cup her tits over her dress and rub my thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“I’m going to take your panties off. I’m going to slide them down your incredible legs and push your legs open as wide as possible.” I pinch her nipples and she lets out a moan. She’s so damn responsive to my touch. It’s unreal. “After that, I’m going to push your dress up and expose your pussy to me. Only me. If I’m right, it’s going to be dripping wet and ready for my mouth.”
Her brown eyes are wide, but not with fear. They’re wide with desire. She tries to move her arms, but the handcuffs bang against the wood. Her eyes search mine as she pokes her tongue out to wet her lips. “Please, Sir.”
I grin as I do exactly what I told her I was going to do. Once her panties are off, I slip them into my pocket and see Hartford’s bare pussy for the first time.
I’ve heard people say they’ve seen heaven in a near-death experience. I’m full of life, but I have no doubt that I am staring at my heaven.
“Fuck, Hartford,” I rasp, unable to pull my gaze away.
She’s perfect.
I push my hands against her knees, ensuring her legs can’t close, and place soft kisses on her inner thighs as I work my way up. Her soft sounds of approval are music to my ears as I take my time reaching the promised land.