Free Down on Her Knees by Christine Bell

with one hand and tapped her sharply on the jaw with the other. She met his gaze with dazed eyes, in the grip of a sexual frenzy that killed him to interrupt.
    “That’s enough.”
    She blinked blearily up at him and nodded, then settled back on her heels, ragged breaths racking her body.
    “Y-you said I had to suck you off,” she whispered, eyes drifting back to his dick.
    “And now I’ve changed my mind.”
    “Did I not do a good job? My ex said it’s slutty to do that and—”
    “I stopped you because I need to be inside you. And your ex is clearly the stupidest motherfucker to ever own a dick if he didn’t like that.”
    Her cheeks flushed, and she gave him a smile that made his heart squeeze.
    “His…ah, wasn’t quite that…” She eyed him again and licked her lips.
    If a man could die of horniness, he would have expired on the spot. For all her big talk about what she was into and what she wasn’t, this woman was a fucking dream.
    “Stand up,” he demanded, taking her arm to help her. It was slow going, and he realized she was still shaking.
    His intention had been to fuck her like he’d said he was going to, but plans changed the second he saw her standing there, long, trim legs spread wide, nipples poking out against the thin cotton of her shirt. He stepped close, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
    Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew the key to the cuffs. “Turn around.”
    She did, and he slid the key into the lock and released her before turning her to face him again.
    “Until our business is concluded here, you’re still the prisoner, but I want your hands free. Do you know why?”
    She shook her head slowly, rubbing at the pink marks on her wrist.
    “So you can use them to hold on to me while I eat your pussy until you come all over my tongue,” he explained, his voice more rasp than anything. He watched her closely to see how she reacted to his language, and when her nostrils flared lightly and a shiver ran through her, a surge of satisfaction tore through him. She couldn’t be more perfect if she’d been made especially for him. They were sexual C-4 together.
    Without another word, he reached for her shorts. They were blessedly easy to maneuver, no buttons or zippers to contend with as he yanked them to her ankles along with her underwear. He knew she was ready, knew she was hot for him, so he didn’t bother with niceties. He just knelt and set his mouth on her.
    “Jesus, Rafe,” she cried, her fingers lacing into his hair just as he’d predicted. He tried to take his time, tried to stop from consuming her, but the scent, the taste of her, jacked his need up to an eleven. Working her swollen clit mercilessly with his tongue, he circled his arms around her, clutching her firm ass, sealing her to his face.
    She spread her legs farther apart on a wordless cry and he used the space to get in deeper…to close the very edge of his teeth gently around that sensitive bundle of nerves to hold in place, and then he sucked, hard.
    The hands in his hair convulsed, yanking as she screamed his name over and over. She twitched and jerked and still he worked her, her wild, uninhibited response making him insatiable.
    “Inside me,” she cried. “Please.”
    He barely heard her over the pounding in his ears, but there was no mistaking the pressure of her hands in his hair as she urged him up.
    With a silent thanks to the fertility gods that she was on the pill, he hoisted her up into his arms and sat her on the hood of the car. She kicked off her shorts and leaned back on her elbows, thighs spread. “I wanna see,” she said softly, and her already-flushed cheeks went pinker.
    “Oh, me too, cupcake.”
    He took his cock in hand and moved between her thighs, groaning when the head came into contact with her slick, soaking-wet pussy. She stared down at him, lips parted, as he slid into her waiting heat. It was a tight fit, tight enough that he gritted his teeth from the effort of