Part 4 (2/2)

”Stop it,” he growled, even though he knew it would do no good. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Begging, pleading with her.

She stopped.

She blinked up at him, and dropped her hands by her side, her beautiful face inches from his c.o.c.k. ”Are you sure?”

He thrust his hips at her and thrashed in his bonds, wanting to mangle and destroy.

She jumped up and stepped back from him, watching, her mouth agape as he fought against the ropes.

She swallowed thickly.

”Get down on your hands and knees and finish me off. Now.”

”No.” She stepped back farther. ”Not until you give me that code.”

He railed against the ropes. For a minute they seemed to give. She looked startled and ran to the stove, bending over to adjust the knots. Her sweet bottom wriggled as she secured them. If he got free he'd f.u.c.k her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

He wrenched with all his might at the rope while she struggled to tighten it, her lush bottom tilting up at him, torturing him beyond reason. He closed his mind to the thought that those lacey panties were at his feet. He could toss her skirt up and lick her from behind and then f.u.c.k her on all fours, pumping into her until she screamed and came over and over again. Until she thought she'd died.

While he growled and cursed, she glanced behind her, working quickly. The rope tightened.

She smiled. Then started toward him again.

”Do you know how sorry you'll be when I get free of these ropes?” he cursed at her. ”I'll f.u.c.k you for days.” He wrenched at the ropes securing his wrists, his body twisting, raw with rage. ”I'll bite those luscious t.i.ts of yours until you're bleeding.”

She blinked and stopped, too stricken to move. Good. Maybe if he scared the wits out of her she'd stop this, because he wasn't playing anymore. ”If you don't get down on your knees and suck me off NOW, I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for weeks. Now do it!”

She dropped gingerly and hesitated. ”Do it,” he growled.

She gave an anxious little breath and then licked delicately, torturously.

”Harder!”

Her tongue fluttered, teasing skin stretched so tight it burned.

”Jez, I'm warning you.”

Her fingers plucked lightly at the small hairs on his b.a.l.l.s.

”Suck me, d.a.m.n it.”

”Give me the code,” she murmured softly.

He exploded with a string of expletives that he didn't even think he knew and that should have scared her to death, but she continued her relentless teasing. His body vibrated with need and rage all mixed together to create a relentless pounding l.u.s.t.

And then the breath left his lungs. It was no use. He couldn't do it. He couldn't resist her sweet mouth and he couldn't make her do anything while he was tied up. And if he didn't come, he was sure he would die.

”Okay, G.o.d d.a.m.n it, okay. I'll give you the code. Now suck me...hard, please.”

She stroked his inner thighs. ”The code?”

”Suck me.”

She took him in her mouth and suckled gently.

”Harder.”

She kept up a hot gentle pressure but no more and then slid a wet finger between the cheeks of his a.s.s and barely rested the soft pad of one wet finger on his bottom hole.

”Yes,” he breathed, pus.h.i.+ng against her small finger.

Then all movement stopped.

”Okay,” he ground through his teeth. ”063-”

She pushed for entrance. He groaned deep in his throat when she sunk in to her first knuckle. A fierce shudder sliced through him. But still he was so primed that it wasn't enough.

”The rest,” she mouthed, her tongue toying with his c.o.c.k too lightly for satisfaction.

”4089,” he breathed.

She gave a hot pull with her lips around his shaft that sent him to heaven. One more and he'd go off. He was sweating now and shaking so badly he thought he'd collapse.

”Two more,” she snapped and then licked.

How the h.e.l.l did she know that? But it made sense that she had figured it out. When she fooled around, the pad would have signaled an error every time she got to the ninth digit, letting her know that the code entered was incorrect.

”Get me to the edge, Jez, please, and I'll tell you.”

She stopped and looked up at him. ”How do I know you'll give me the right combination?”

”Please, Jez. I'm begging you.” He thrust his hips at her. She looked him right in the eye and sunk deeper into his a.s.s. He closed his eyes with the sweet feel of it, his c.o.c.k bursting out of its skin. The pleasure seeping through his pores had every pulse point throbbing. She didn't move, all stimulation ceased. ”You can trust me, Jez, please.”

He looked at her, his eyes pleading while she stared up at him, her expression wary and her finger buried deep in his a.s.s, her lips barely grazing his quivering d.i.c.k.

She hesitated a moment and then seemed satisfied with his answer. She swallowed him whole, deep-throated him down to his root and suckled him. The pressure built swiftly, pounding up through him, his seed swelling and pus.h.i.+ng. Oh, G.o.d, she was good. His body tightened, vibrated, reached.

She stopped. ”Tell me,” she demanded.

”67, d.a.m.n it,” he sputtered.

She squeezed his b.a.l.l.s just short of pain, bringing his body to a screeching halt.

His body rebelled, lurched, fought for a release that couldn't come.

His head pounded.

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