Free Her Twisted Pleasures by Amelia James Page A

to it.
    “Spread your legs as far as you can.”
    My slippery pussy kept me from arguing.
    He tied my other ankle to the opposite end, then sat back and gloated. “Oh, I like this. I can do anything I want.” The evil bastard grabbed his cock, stroking it while his wicked eyes danced.
    “I could tease you.” His cock slipped from his hand and bounced off my clit. “I could pound you.” He slammed into me and I gasped.
    Pure evil flashed in his eyes as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. “I could fuck your ass.”
    “Don’t you dare!” Oh, my God, will he really? Will I come?
    His cock slid down, down, slipping between my clenched cheeks. The felt-covered table pulled my hair as I shook my head. “No.”
    He laughed and kneeled between my tied-apart legs, and slid his cock into my pussy —the only part of his body touching me—sliding in, slipping out, stroking and stirring. I reached for him, but he grabbed my hands.
    “Nope.” He jumped off the table to find his tie, which he used to wrap my wrists together, above my head and to the table.
    My breasts lifted high, stretching my nipples tight. He leaned over and sucked them before getting back on the table to cock-fuck me again. He braced himself on his hands, still touching me with nothing but his hard hot cock.
    Come for me, baby.”
    He only had to tell me once.
    I tightened around him, pulling against his tie and my tights.
    My knees bent and clamped together, squeezing him between my thighs.
    “No, no, no,” he growled, and got up. He inspected the stick, but my ankles were still bound. “Maybe if I move it up.”
    He slid the stick under my knees, wrapping my tights around them and tying me snug.
    My pussy tingled and
    dripped. My nipples throbbed.
    His cock slid into me, slow, torturous. I moaned and twisted, wanting to touch him and hold him, but all I could do was squeeze harder and harder.
    “Oh, hell yes, that’s what I wanted.” He held his body above me. “Do you feel that?”
    I did—like nothing I’d ever felt before—a tight pulsing ache that contracted around him, over and over. Outside my control. Turning my body into one giant throbbing sex organ.
    “That’s your cunt muscles fucking me, nothing else.” His eyes rolled back and he fell on top of me, and full-body fucked me
    “Harder. Pound me, Alex.
    Make it hurt.”
    Surprise flashed in his eyes right before he smiled and slammed into me. I loved it when he got a little violent. If I felt some pain in the morning, I’d had a good night. Will wouldn’t rough me up; he was too much of a gentleman.
    Maybe if he’d manhandled me, I wouldn’t need Alex… but I’d still want him.
    “Jesus, woman, you’re so fucking tight.”
    My pussy fit his cock as if it were made for him. Don’t think.
    Just feel. Tighter, hotter, harder.
    Alex’s mouth closed on my neck, stinging me.
    Oh, that’s gonna leave a mark.
    “No hickies!”
    He laughed. “What would Will do if he found one?”
    I fought my rising panic. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have wanted Alex. I shouldn’t have been fucking him. It was so wrong—hot for all the wrong reasons. “Shut up and make me come.”
    “What’s the magic word?”
    “Now!”
    He slid his arms around my waist, lifting me up against his body. His hips crushed me back down on the table.
    I wriggled one hand free from his tie and grabbed his hair, landing a biting kiss. I could mark him all I wanted.
    “Bitch.” He hissed and sucked his swollen lip.
    “Yes.”
    “Slut.” His voice was rough, his breathing hard.
    “Oh yes.” My breath came hard too. The room turned hot, sticky, closing in on us. I needed to pull my legs together to protect myself. I was vulnerable, too exposed. If I came now…. Oh God!
    The orgasm hit and ripped me apart. I screamed and held onto Alex with my free hand.
    He hissed.
    Did I scratch him? Then all my senses flooded. I smelled our sweat and tasted it on his skin. Colors I’ve never seen