Page 59 of Wrapped in Hope
His hands grab my thighs and pull them further apart, leaving me completely exposed to him in every way. Ever so fucking softly, he flicks his tongue against me over and over. It’s enough to drive me mad, but not enough to release my orgasm that keeps building higher. His fingers slide into me while his tongue works me over, and I can no longer stay still. My hands fly up to reach for him as my hips wiggle for his touch.
He pulls away from me. “Do I need to fucking tie you down, Hope?” His eyes darken as they lock on mine. “Stop wiggling that pretty ass and hold the fuck still.” He lowers himself back down. Using his thumbs, he spreads my folds while his hands cup my thighs. He sucks my sensitive nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it violently.
I’m moaning and shaking from trying to listen to his demands. My release is at its peak and just as it is about to wash over me, he pulls away, nipping my thigh with his teeth. My hand automatically rushes to my drenched folds, needing to push myself over the edge just a little, but before I even rub against it, his hand catches my wrist.
“I warned you.” Suddenly, he’s leaning over me, grabbing a blue nylon rope from the floorboard. “I just bought this to use on a fishing trip, but I think this is a much better use,” he says while tying the rope around my wrists. He ties the opposite end around the steering wheel. When he’s satisfied with his work, he presses a hard kiss to my lips. “That should hold you.” His teeth graze my bottom lip as they travel down my neck.
He takes his time, nibbling every little spot that will drive me crazy: my ear lobes, the crook in my neck, my nipples, hips, and inner thighs before his mouth is where I need it. The whole time, I can’t do anything but whisper my pleas of enjoyment.
His mouth hungrily finds my awaiting pussy and he doesn’t waste any time in bringing me back to the brink of shattering again. I can’t hold it back any longer. I need him inside me.
“Holden, please.”
“Please what?” His voice is deep and husky.
“Please fuck me,” I cry out. There is so much pressure built up inside of me that it’s almost painful.
“Is my angel begging?” The sound of his belt buckle clinks in the darkness before I hear his zipper being pulled down.
“Yes. Please. I need you.” I open my eyes to see the midnight blue sky filled with tiny, white stars before landing on him kneeling over me.
He takes his hard dick in his hand and pumps himself twice while his eyes greedily take me in before him. His jaw twitches and his mouth curves up into a cocky grin, lips glistening with my arousal. “I can’t deny you when you beg.”