“I’m sorry,” I breathe as goosebumps prickle out all over my skin at the thought of what he’s about to do to me.
“Sorry you made me crawl on my knees to you?” he chuckles darkly.
Yes. Say yes, Jessie!“No, for the cut on your lip,” I snigger and he narrows his eyes at me. “Because having you crawl on your knees to me was kinda hot.”
He runs his tongue over the cut on his lip again which has now stopped bleeding. “You know you’re about to pay for it though, right?”
“But I thought we were working out?”
“Oh, I’m gonna work you out, angel. By the time I’m done with you, you will ache in every single part of your body.”
My cheeks burn with heat and my pussy contracts in expectation as Conor rocks back on his heels. “I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you look right now, angel. All spread open for me. Your pussy is fucking dripping already. Do you feel that?”
“Y-yes,” I pant as my breathing grows ragged.
“My horny little angel’s gonna drip all over this canvas for me,” he hisses. It’s a statement and not a question and we both know he is more than capable of making that happen. “But there’s still one thing that’s not quite right.” He winks at me as he leans forward and grabs hold of the front of my sports bra in his huge hands.
“This is new, Conor,” I protest.
“Too late,” he says as he tears it down the middle, leaving it dangling from my shoulders.
I suck in a deep breath as my breasts spring free from the confines of the fabric. My nipples are stiff peaks and we both know it’s not from the AC.
“That’s much better,” he chuckles. “Look at you, angel. All tied up and waiting for me to fuck you. Just how I like you.”
I stare at him, watching his eyes roam over my body before they settle on my exposed pussy. I am so screwed — or at least I’m about to be. How did we go so quickly from him kneeling at my feet to me being tied up and literally spread open for his pleasure?
“You just can’t help yourself, can you? You always have to be in control,” I purr.
He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh. His touch is warm and soothing — both rough and soft at the same time. It sends shivers of pleasure and excitement skittering up my spine. “You like it though, don’t you? Me being in control?”
My breath stutters in my throat as his fingers lightly brush my pussy.
“When I’m fucking you anyway?” he adds as he slips the tip of his pointer finger into my opening and wet heat surges between my thighs.
“Y-yes,” I whimper.
“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he groans as he pushes his finger all the way inside. Then he bends his head low, trailing his tongue from my knee, all the way up my inner thigh before he reaches my pussy. He presses delicate, butterfly kisses on my wet folds as he adds a second finger. Then his tongue trails higher, dancing softly over my flesh as he teases me.
“So fucking sweet too,” he mumbles against my skin.
“Stop tormenting me,” I whimper.
He looks up at me, face still so close to my pussy that his beard tickles me when he growls, “You deserve to be fucking edged all day long for that crawling stunt, angel. But lucky for you, I’m in a good mood.”
Then he starts to feast on my pussy like he’s a man starved. He sucks and licks my sensitive flesh while he finger fucks me.
“Oh, fuck, Conor!” I gasp as his tongue swirls over my clit and my orgasm rushes to the surface, heating my skin and making my thighs tremble.
He responds by pushing his fingers deeper, curling the tips against my G spot. “Come hard for me, angel. I want you dripping on my tongue while you’re bound in my ropes.”
Instinctively I pull on my bindings, trying to draw my arms and legs toward my body as my climax starts to rip through me. I buck and shudder while I’m held in place by both Conor and the thick cord around my limbs, and the whole time he keeps sucking on my clit and driving his fingers in and out of me.
“Conor, I can’t… not again,” I pant.
“You can. You can give me way more than that,” he murmurs against my skin.
“I c-can’t,” I cry out as a second orgasm bursts through me, way more powerful and violent than the last one.