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Jasinda Wilder

Roth ducked out of my arms, backed away, shedding his blazer. I rose to a sitting position, reaching for him, grabbing a fistful of T-shirt, keeping him within in my reach. I tugged up with both hands, knotted in the cotton, and he bent to let me pull the shirt off him. Next I reached for his pants, leaning in to kiss his breastbone, and as my lips passed over his chest, I felt the pounding of his heart, a staccato rhythm of nerves to mirror my own. He was outwardly calm and in control, despite what his pulse revealed. He stood still, staring down at me with a hint of a smile curving his mouth, as I fumbled with the button of his jeans and then, somewhat awkwardly with my tied wrists, lowered his zipper. I pulled the denim down around his knees, and he stepped out of them. With my bound wrists I could only get one hand curled inside the elastic of his boxer-briefs. I pulled them down in front, revealing the broad, purplish head of his thick c**k waiting for me. I used the elastic to pull him closer, and then I bent over and licked the drop of clear liquid from his tip, then wrapped my lips around him, tasting him, salty and springy-soft.

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  He pulled away, his c**k leaving my mouth with a pop, and then he shoved the underwear off, stepping out of them and toward me. Naked, Roth was a huge, hard specimen of perfect manhood, cut and toned muscles and sun-bronzed skin. The sight of him made my mouth go dry, made my pu**y clench and drip with desire, my core going wet as the fantasy of his powerful warrior’s body covering mine became a reality. I watched as he crawled onto the bed, my heart in my throat. His c**k was a long, jutting shaft, bobbing and swaying from side to side as he prowled over me, forcing me to lie down as he moved over me. I could barely swallow past the pounding of my heart, barely breathe, but then his mouth was on mine and I didn’t need to breathe, because he was my breath in that moment, his hot hard c**k sliding naturally into my hands, tied in front of me and trapped between us.

  “Kyrie…I need to feel you. Need to kiss your skin. I have to taste your beauty. ” His voice murmured, rumbled, and I could only sigh in response, arch my back, and caress his length with my lace-bound hands.

  He lowered his face to my throat, his tongue sliding against the hollow, tickling and hot and tracing. Another kiss, this to the slice of skin between my tits, followed by half a dozen more slow kisses over the round swell of my boob to the edge of my areola, and then he was tugging the cup down and baring my breast and laving his tongue over my nipple, which puckered and tightened to a stiff peak in his mouth.

  He grabbed my wrists and pulled them up over my head. Tugged the other cup down and kissed that nipple into taut attention.

  “God, Kyrie. You are beautiful in this red silk. ” Roth’s voice hummed against my skin. “But now it’s time for it to come off. ”

  He gripped the bustier cups, and then, with a single strong jerk of his hands, the silk parted like paper to bare my front.

  “You…you like ripping my clothes off me. ”

  “Yes. I do. ” He brushed the ragged edges apart, and he licked and kissed my boobs as if he couldn’t get enough of them. His eyes met mine. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “I can’t hear you. ”

  “Yes,” I said, in a normal voice. “I’m wet. I’ve been wet all day. ”

  “All day?”

  I nodded. “Since the moment I saw you sitting at that breakfast table, sipping your tea and looking properly English. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever known, Valentine. I’ve never wanted a man so bad in all my life. ”

  “And now you’re naked for me. ” His gaze skipped down my bare body, resting on my pu**y and then back up.

  “I’m still wearing my shoes,” I said. “So I’m not totally naked. ”

  He twisted in place to glance at my feet, which were still clad in the strappy sandals. “So you are. We’ll have to remedy that. ”

  Roth slid off me, brought my foot in front of him, and unbuckled the sandal, then drew it off, tossed it aside. He kissed my ankle, the top of my foot, kissed my calf while he unbuckled the other sandal and tossed it to join the other. His lips slid up my leg to the soft underside of my knee, and then I placed my leg over his shoulder while he continued to plant a line of kisses up the inside of my thigh. His tongue lapped at the opening of my pu**y, and I shivered.

  “Wait…my other leg. It feels left out. ”

  Roth’s laugh was an amused rumble. “That won’t do at all, will it?”

  “No. ”

  He knelt between my legs, one knee hooked over his shoulder, the other foot bent toward him. A kiss to the tender arch of my foot, tickling, another to the side of my foot, and then the top just above my toes, and then the ankle. Now both my knees were resting on his shoulders, and his mouth was pressed to my opening in a wet, lapping kiss, his tongue curved to slide between my slick labia, the tip of his tongue parting my lips and nudging my sensitive, swollen clit. I gasped aloud, arched my back, and his hands caught my hips, lifted my lower half off the bed, bringing my pu**y to his mouth and swiping at my core with fat licks of his tongue. I gasped again, fists clenched, and then let a whimper slip from my mouth, arched my spine, and curled my legs to help him lift my body closer. His stubble was delicious, a sandpaper roughness against my soft skin as his face moved and his fingers dug into the flesh and muscle of my ass, and his tongue speared inside me again and again.

  The heat and pressure building in my core became an inferno, my gasps and whimpers becoming shrieks and moans, and then I was there, shuddering on the verge of orgasm, his name on my lips. But then he dropped me to the mattress and his mouth left my cleft, and his name turned into a curse.

  “Fuck! Roth, please! Don’t stop…don’t tease me anymore, just let me come, let me come in your mouth…. ”

  “In my mouth?” He nipped at my tit, teeth pinching with just a hint of pain. “Oh, no. Not in my mouth. The next time you come, it will be around my cock. And you’ll be screaming. ”

  “Then give it to me, Roth. ”

  He bit my other nipple, eliciting a shriek of protest, which turned into a moan as he sucked the thick peak into his mouth and suckled it, soothing the sting and sending a line of aching pleasure tugging at my core. “No, my lovely. Not yet. I don’t think you’re ready yet. ”

  “I am — I can’t take it anymore. You’ve been torturing me for days, please…I need you inside me. ” I moved to put my arms around him, but his fingers pinioned my wrists and held them against the pillow over my head. “You want me to beg? Fine, I’ll f**king beg. Please, Valentine. I need you. I need your c**k inside me. Please f**k me. Please. ”

  He growled, a wordless sound of disapproval. “No, Kyrie. I told you once. I won’t f**k you. I hate that word as a term for sex. At least, where it concerns you. You are the most precious thing in my life, Kyrie. You deserve far, far more than mere f**king. So try that again. ”

  I couldn’t get all that out again, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my hips, seeking his hardness with my softness, finding his huge hard c**k and sliding my slick heat along it, grinding against him. “Please, Valentine. Just…please. No more games. Make love to me. ”

  He let me grind on him a few moments more, and then he stilled me with a hand on my hipbone. “Yes. God, yes. ” He pivoted his hips, dragging his c**k through my labia, coating himself in my juices. Then, slowly, so slowly, he drew back, gripped himself in one hand and pressed the tip to my clit, slid it down my opening, and nudged into me. “Shit, Kyrie. I’m barely even inside you, and you’re already tight. ”

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  “You’ll fit. Just…go slow. ”

  “Don’t worry, love, I’ll never hurt you. ”

  “I know. ” I held still and breathed in his scent, staring up at his eyes as they locked on mine. “More. ” I moved against him, rolling my hips to take more of him.

  He groaned low in his chest. “More?” Roth’s eyes were hooded, his pale blue gaze never w
avering from mine as he inched himself deeper, his thick shaft filling me to aching fullness. “Like that?”

  Once I caught my breath, I shook my head. “No. Deeper. More. ” He pushed in, a slow, aching penetration. I gasped, a high-pitched inbreath of surprise as he filled me. Holy shit. I felt like I was about to split apart, a burning ache that quickly turned to ecstasy as I adjusted to his size. “Yes, like that. God, you’re f**king huge. ”

  He grinned at me in the candlelit haze. “Can you take more?”

  My eyes widened. I’d felt his girth with my hands, stroked his length, but that couldn’t prepare me for the reality of the way he’d feel inside me. I could only incline my head in a slight nod, and then he leaned down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and palming my breast as he stroked fully into me. Holy hell. I couldn’t breathe, aching, burning, stretched, pierced. I forced my breath in, and out, and then I blinked as my head cleared, and I absorbed the steel-and-silk of his c**k inside me. He cupped my breast, then dragged my nipple between two fingers, sending a small quiver through me. He still hadn’t moved, but I was shaking with delirium at the way he felt inside me, even motionless.

  I planted my feet on the mattress and rolled my hips, sliding him partway out and then back in, and I sighed. “Move with me, Valentine. Please. ”

  He groaned, touched his forehead to mine, released my wrists and planted his hands just beneath my raised arms. “Don’t you dare move a muscle, Kyrie. Lie still. Perfectly still. Just take me. ” He drew out almost all the way, and paused there. “Don’t speak, except to say my name. ”

  I nodded, fists clenching in the effort to hold still, the slow slide as he drew out sending a frenzy of quivering thrills through me, putting alight my need to move, to feel him glide inside me. But I remained motionless, at least until he brushed his lips over mine, breathing with me, tongue flicking out to trace my lips. And then I couldn’t help but kiss him back, and he took my kiss and multiplied it, giving in to need, his c**k poised just inside me, only our mouths moving.

  We kissed with ferocious intensity, mouth clashing, tongues tangling, breath coming ragged and harsh.

  And then, matching a thrust of his tongue into my mouth, he stroked into me, spearing me with his massive cock, sliding slowly so his head spread my pu**y apart and took him into me to the root. Our hips met, and I was frantic to move, shaking all over.

  “Roth…. ”

  “Was that good, Kyrie?” He withdrew, pinched my nipple between the fingers of one hand. “You want it again?” I almost nodded, but didn’t. I just gave him all the desperation I felt in one pleading gaze. His brow furrowed, and he glided into me, smoothly and slowly, and this time I shrieked, a breathless sound. “You take me so beautifully, Kyrie. You take all of me and want more. Don’t come yet, baby. Don’t come yet. Don’t you dare come until I tell you to. ”

  I swallowed hard and forced myself to remain still, hands clenched over my head, legs extended and spread apart to accommodate his trim hips. “Valentine…ohhh…. ” I was close.

  He knew it. Surely he felt it in the throbbing quiver of my pu**y, the way my walls clenched around him, the way I couldn’t slow my breathing, the way my hips were rising and falling on their own in a slight flutter, despite my mental commands to stay still.

  But he was breathing hard, too, despite only having thrust into me a few times. Every muscle was tensed, making him a skin-soft sculpture of rock kneeling above me. His mouth covered my breast, his tongue sliding over my nipple, sucking my boob into his mouth and making me inhale sharply, and then he did it to the other boob, and then he was squeezing my tits together and licking at both ni**les at once, and I was helpless, unable to stay still, my spine curving by itself, lifting my tits to his hot, wet mouth.

  He moved, driving his hips against mine, and this time when his thick, hard, throbbing c**k pierced me, I shrieked, and it was a loud sound, splitting the quiet room. “Yes! Valentine…oh, god. ”

  “That was more than just my name, Kyrie. ”

  “I know…I can’t help it. ”

  He pistoned into me again, and I moaned even louder. “You can say whatever you want. Just keep still. ”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” Another slow thrust, and another, then a pause. “Because this time I only want to feel your tight little pu**y around me. Nothing else. Just the tightness of your cunt. ” I hated that word usually. But from Roth, it sounded right. I wasn’t sure why, but it did.

  He pushed in yet again, and this time he started a rhythm, an agonizingly slow pace meant to make me insane and succeeding. I moaned with each stroke, fighting to stay motionless as Roth teased and tortured me with glacially slow thrusts, filling me inch by inch, splitting me apart with his slick, hard cock, then withdrawing just as slowly and leaving me aching with emptiness, dearly needing to move to bring him back inside me, as if his erection filling me was all that I needed to be compete.

  I felt the sheen of sweat that coated his body, heard his breathing coming in ragged pants, and felt his body shaking as he fought to hold the torturously slow pace he’d set for himself.

  “Faster, Valentine. Don’t hold back. Give me all of you. ”

  “I’ll hurt you. ”

  “No, you won’t. ”

  He levered up to stare down at me, still thrusting slowly. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes. God, yes. Please. Harder. Faster. ”

  He groaned and put his weight on one hand, pulled my arms down over his head to rest on his shoulders. “Hold on to me, Kyrie. ”

  I held on.

  He sucked in a breath and let it out in a slow groan of relief as he started moving faster, incrementally increasing his pace. I pulled at him, wishing I could touch him, stroke his skin, hold his hips and clutch his hair. Instead, all I could do was hold on his neck with my bound wrists and focus on feeling him, focus on holding still.

  Faster and faster, each stroke ripping a gasp from me, until he was pounding into me and I was shrieking, my voice raised in a nonstop series of screams. My tits bounced as he f**ked into me, and I felt his c**k fill me, pull out, fill me, slamming deep and withdrawing in a frenzied rhythm of primal fury.

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  And I loved it.

  Oh, god, I loved it. It was a glorious loss of control, it was Valentine Roth giving in and abandoning all hold on himself.

  Lightning struck in a thousand scintillating sunbursts inside me, heat and pressure wed to become nova-hot explosions that weren’t orgasms but the bursting of pleasure inside me as that climax neared.

  “Valentine, oh, god, Valentine, I’m almost there, I’m so close. ” My voice was breathless, raw from moans and whimpers and shrieks.

  “Not yet. ”

  “Please?”

  I clenched around him with my inner muscles, clamping onto his thrusting, sliding c**k with every ounce of strength I had in my vaginal muscles. I was rewarded by a protracted groan from Roth, who abruptly slowed his pace, and instead of thrusting hard and fast, he slammed into me once, hard and slow, pulled out, and then slammed in again, his body tensed and trembling.

  I felt his c**k throb inside me at each slow, deliberate, pounding thrust, and I knew he was close. I released my vaginal muscles as he pulled out, and tensed them when he thrust in, matching him, moving in the only way I could, clutching him so he could barely pull out.

  “Kyrie…god, the way you do that with your pu**y…it makes me crazy. ” He pressed a sloppy, passionate kiss to my lips, and I felt him trembling as wildly as I was, shaking all over, holding back, determined to draw this out as long as possible, despite how long we’d already tortured ourselves.

  I felt my body spasming as climax stole over me, and I had to fight to push it back, hold it off, but it was impossible, like trying to push against a tectonic plate. “I can’t…I can’t stop it, Valentine. I have to come. I can’t…ohfuckohgod…I can’t—” I tried
once more to hold it back, but it was in vain. I felt the orgasm seizing my body, striking my nerves like hammers, every pleasure point on my body pulsing with brilliance.

  He growled. “Not yet, Kyrie. Not yet. ”

  “I can’t stop it!” I protested. “I have to come…have to…please!”

  Roth’s thrusts were spasmodic and slow, and as he spoke, he bent over me, nearly collapsing, and then straightened his arms, tensed his abs, and paused with just the tip of his c**k inside me, his body trembling, muscles rock-hard.

  And then, with a shout, Valentine thrust into me, and I felt him explode. “Now, Kyrie! Come with me!”

  I came, and I screamed. It wasn’t a small breathless little shriek—oh no, this was a full-voiced scream, a sound louder than any I’d ever made in my life, a primal scream of raw ecstasy. White light flashed on my closed eyelids, and my entire body was shaken by pulsating waves of explosive pleasure. I felt Roth slamming into me, his hips thrusting madly as he came and came and came, his hot seed flooding into me, stream after stream jetting against my walls. In the throes of an earth-shaking climax, all control was forgotten, and I wrapped my heels around his back and ground my hips against his, my pu**y clamped tight around his cock, my mouth against his shoulder, biting and sucking and kissing as I was wrenched and twisted and wrung by an orgasm that never seemed to end.

  When it did end, it wasn’t all at once, but gradually, a slow fading, a spiral drift down from the heights of heaven.

  Eventually, Roth was limp above me, his weight partially braced so as not to crush me, and we were both panting and sweating. After a moment, Roth rolled off me and flopped to his back.

  We lay side by side, panting, for several minutes, not speaking, reveling in the glow of bliss.

  My eyes closed, drowsing for a time I didn’t bother measuring, I didn’t see him move, but I felt him untie the lace binding my wrists. I turned over and rested my head on his shoulder, felt his arm curl around my waist and his hand cup my ass, holding me close. “That was f**king incredible, Valentine. ”