Page 55 of Moonflower
Every moan that leaves her lips goes straight to my dick. I stroke myself slowly—can’t help myself—as I circle her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
All I want to do is savor her. But I need to be inside of her, too. So I work her to an orgasm, slipping a finger inside of her when she starts to tense. Apparently, adding the slightest bit of pressure is all she needs, because she explodes. Her back arches, and her legs strain against the ropes as she screams. It’s a beautiful sound, although it’s concerningly loud. Still, I wrench as many cries from her as I can before pulling away.
“Christ, Cora. Your neighbors are going to think I’m murdering you.”
She groans weakly. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Maybe try to keep it down just a bit?”
“I’ll try,” she pants. “But damn, Ez.”
I don’t give her long to recover. I can’t. So I position my dick at her entrance, pausing there. “I don’t want to be gentle with you, Moonflower. I want to make you come so hard you cry. I want to leave bruises on your pretty skin. Tell me I can.”
“Please,” she whispers.
I lean forward, pinning her arms to the mattress. Then I suck on her breast hard enough to mark her as mine. She moans, arching into the sensations, and that’s when I finally slide into her.
She gasps, her eyes locking with mine. I don’t go slowly—don’t give her a chance to adjust. No, I hold her down while driving into her so hard her eyes roll back into her head.
“Fuck,” I grit out. I release her arms so I can rub her clit, and she brings a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. “That’s it. Stay quiet for me. Such a good girl.”
The noises she makes are fucking everything. And when she comes again, I cover her hand with my own. She screams as she clenches around my cock, and thankfully the sound is muffled enough.
I try to hold out long enough to make her come again, but I can’t. She feels too good wrapped around me. And I can’t lie, the sight of her tied up is enough to undo me all by itself.
As I finish, my vision goes blank, and I slow my thrusts. “Oh Jesus fuck, Cora.”
She whimpers, and I feel her fingers brushing down my arms as I come back to reality. Fuck. Fuck, that felt good.
For a minute, I hover over her, kissing my way down her body. Then I bite her stomach, making her yelp before I lick away the sting.
“Everything I could’ve hoped for,” I murmur into her skin.
She sits up slowly, keeping her legs open. “How did that feel like . . . like magic? I never want to let you go home now.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet.”
Her eyes widen. “We’re not?”
I shake my head, undoing the ropes. “Absolutely not.”
“But . . .” Her eyes flit to my cock. “You already came.”
“Don’t see how that affects you.”
Once I’m done untying her, I give her a minute to stretch out her legs. Then I help her up and lead her to the chair. “Sit.”
She does, and I position her so her legs are lined up with the legs of the chair.
“Are you going to tie me up again?”
“Mmhmm. Unless you’d prefer I don’t.”
“No, I want you to. Please.”
With a smirk, I secure her legs to the chair. Then I tie her arms to the back, making sure nothing is too tight. She’s dripping onto the wood below her, a mixture of my cum and her own. I think she can feel it, because she tries to close her legs yet again. Obviously, she can’t, and it satisfies something deep inside of me.