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them for a moment,
but he wasn’t going to let her take the upper hand by pulling away. He moved back
and forth, fucking her, and her upper body held still while her hips jerked in
rhythm with his. She wasn’t trying to pull away after all, he realized, as she
didn’t try to relax the tension in her breasts. She was trying to intensify the
sensation. He grinned. My kind of woman.
    He replaced one pair of fingers with his mouth and sucked
greedily. His cock was aching for her and he was possessed of a primitive
desire to claim her, to mark her as his and his alone. He rubbed her tender
nipple against his teeth and all she did was moan louder. He had thought her
done when her eyes had closed earlier, but she was close, very close, to
another orgasm. Maybe as close as he was. He straightened, letting the suction
go, and held her breasts in his palms. She liked the intensity. He’d give it to
her at the right moment.
    He gritted his teeth to avoid giving in to his own need to
erupt inside her. She wouldn’t want him to slow down, and damn if that wouldn’t
make it easier. He filled her, thrusting in deep, as far as he could, and he
felt her pussy flutter around him. Almost there. Almost. He reached forward and
flicked the peaks of her breasts with a snap of his fingers. If I’m right
about her…
    He was. She yelled his name, not in anger but in ecstasy. He
felt her pussy convulse around him. She flailed on the bed, pulling ropes taut,
her hands gripping in little fists. Perfect. Such lovely breasts. Such
lovely reactions. He could come now, safely, inside her. That was what he
wanted, although…
    Your imagination. That was what she said. He wanted
to mark her and yet leave her undamaged. Her tits beckoned him. He slid out of
her channel, ripped off the condom, and moved forward, pushing her breasts
together in his rough hands and sliding his cock between them.
    She nodded at him, wide-eyed, and then stretched her tongue
out to flick his tip. The wet touch was like a jolt of fire shooting down his
cock. That hadn’t been part of his plan. He knew he was clean but she didn’t.
Still, spilling on her skin was safe enough. In her mouth, well…he knew it was
safe. He pulled back but he couldn’t resist pushing forward again, and again
her tongue teased him. He should make her stop. He couldn’t stand to. And he
didn’t want to take his hands off her lovely breasts. One thrust more would do
it, he knew, and he’d be all over her. She’d smell of him, taste of him, feel
him spread out across her skin.
    He grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth away. It didn’t
matter anymore that he couldn’t squeeze her against him, he was coming anyway,
his seed shooting across her chest and her neck. “Ahhhhhhh.”
    “Yes, Sir, yes!” she screamed. She pulled against his grip
to try to lick up the liquid on her chest. He held her firm. “Please let me
taste you!”
    “You barely know me.”
    She turned aside as if he’d slapped her. It was the truth,
wasn’t it? And yet he’d wanted to claim her. That had been what coming on her
body had been about, rather than giving in to the so-seductive squeezes of her
pussy and spilling inside the condom. He hadn’t been acting or thinking
like a near stranger. Shit.
    “I’ll get a towel and wash that up.” He got up and headed to
the adjoining bathroom, not sure what he could do to salvage the situation. But
he had to do something.
    “Good idea.” Her voice was steady. She didn’t burst into
tears or anything like that. She turned her head to watch him. He got back with
a damp washcloth and a dry hand towel. He dabbed her clean then dried her off.
“Maybe you should untie me too, please.”
    She hadn’t said her safe word, but he nodded. He’d been
planning to anyway. Deftly he untied the knots that secured her wrists and
ankles, leaving the ropes still attached to the bedposts. She sat up. “Thanks.”
    He turned to sit next to her on the side of the bed. “My
pleasure, my