Free Coletrane by Rie Warren Page A

precious.”
    She drizzled a long line of lube all the way down my dick, tossed the bottle aside, then started a long two-handed twist action from the head of my shaft all the way to the base.
    I swallowed harshly, breathing out through my nose like a fucking bull in a rodeo. “More lube.”
    She quickly complied, making sure to coat me good and cover me all over.
    I leaned out of her grasp as a tight tingling sensation centered in my swinging balls. Shutting my eyes, I willed my cock to go a little bit soft.
    When I’d lost some of my rigidity, I said, “Ring. Now. Slip it on.”
    With my chin lowered to my chest, I watched her over the flexing muscles of my torso and abdomen while she eased the silver band onto my cock.
    That shit was a tight squeeze. The veins in my dick pulsed and bulged. The head turned the deepest darkest red imaginable.
    Finally, she had it nestled at the root of my dick. I felt every beat of my rapid-fire heart thrumming through my shaft. Felt like I had the mother lode of come at the ready, but the need to release subsided.
    Barely.
    Then Sin turned her tease on. Her hand languidly pumping, she reached out with the other one to fondle the heavy weights of my clean-shaved balls.
    Liquid rolled out of the tip of my dick, and Sin swiped her fingers through it, bringing shiny fingertips to her lips. She looked me square in the eyes as she licked them clean.
    I hissed when she went back to a stronger stroking action. She felt so good, her grip just right on my straining length. And when she scratched down the sides of my iron-like cock with the fingers of both hands, I nearly lost it.
    She surprised me, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me onto the bed. A little rough with me, a major turn-on. I scrambled to kneel right next to her. Rolling my hips with her actions, I saw my towering erection next to her face as she worked me over but good.
    All the while she jacked me off, her lips plumped open, her hips wiggled a little, and she breathed out sweet-sounding moans.
    Oh, yeah. Sin has a naughty side.
    I couldn’t wait to exploit it.
    I placed her hands at her side when her hot strokes got to be too much. “No more touching.”
    Her eyes flashed, but she nodded.
    Slowly slipping off the bed, I found two special items in the top drawer of my dresser. I held them hidden inside my palm. Sin still kneeled in the center of the bed, which dipped when I climed in front of her.
    Threading my fingers through her hair, I brought her to me for a deep, completely devouring kiss that locked our mouths together for minutes on end.
    Then I brushed the new metal goodies against the taut tips of her breasts.
    She broke away with a gasp, peering down.
    “What are those?”
    “Nipple clamps.” I lazily grinned, demonstrating the Japanese clover clamps.
    “For me?”
    I nodded.
    “They’ll hurt.” A frown crossed her beautiful face.
    The backs of my knuckles brushed across her cheek. “They’ll be intense, that’s for sure. But if you want them off, I’ll take ’em off.”
    I reached around and quickly swatted her on the ass with the flat of my hand.
    Her eyes flared, but before she could yell at me, I spanked her again.
    Her neck arched, and a deep moan left her lips.
    “See?” I whispered against her ear. “Same thing.”
    “I’ll try them.”
    I wanted her to feel the full swinging sensation of the clamps with her staying upright, so I said, “Put your arms up, cross your wrists behind your head, precious.”
    She did as I asked.
    Bending down, I coddled and kissed and laved her nipples as her breath stuttered in and out. When the buds pinged up, harder than ever, I placed the first clamp. It snapped on with no pressure adjustment.
    Sin’s eyes grew wide and she gave a sharp gasp. “Oh, shit!”
    I quickly repeated the maneuver on her other tight peak. She remained on her knees, hands behind her head, tits thrust forward. The black ribbons hanging from the clips looked incredible against her skin as