Текст книги "Sweet Temptation"
Автор книги: Maya Banks
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“Hey, Micah,” Damon said when Micah was almost to the door.
Micah paused and turned around.
“Take it easy. Don’t go in with both barrels blazing, okay?”
Micah gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, I’ll try.”
CHAPTER 6
Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more pissed off, Micah pulled into the parking lot of the Starlight Motel and stared in disgust at the run-down four-story building. He’d thought the directions were bogus when he entered the seedy, dangerous-looking area. Or at least he’d hoped they were.
He slammed the truck door shut and stalked toward the motel office, noting more than one broken pane on the windows of the rooms. What the hell did she think she was doing staying in a place like this?
The clerk at the desk gave him a bored look when Micah entered.
“Angelina Moyano,” Micah said tersely. “Which room?”
The clerk didn’t so much as blink or attempt to move from his slouched position in his chair.
“Don’t have anyone here by that name.”
“How the hell would you know?” Micah demanded. “You haven’t even looked.”
The clerk raised a paper cup and spit a stream of tobacco into it. “Hotel ain’t full. I’d know if someone by that name was booked in here.”
Micah held his temper in check. Barely. “Curvy Hispanic girl. Long, dark hair. Very pretty. Brown eyes. About this tall.” He held out a hand and indicated a height that came to his shoulder.
“Room 417.”
Micah couldn’t decide whether to be glad the punk had offered up the information so readily, or to reach across the counter, yank him up by his shirt and beat the living hell out of him.
But since Angelina wasn’t spending another minute in this dump, he wouldn’t worry about the potential danger she faced.
Not surprisingly, there was an out-of-service sign on the elevator. Muttering under his breath, he climbed four flights of stairs. Finally at Angelina’s door, he paused and stared at the flimsy frame. A good stiff wind would blow it down.
He knocked and waited, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. Several long seconds passed. He couldn’t fault her for not answering; in fact, if she’d blindly answered the door, he’d have tanned her little ass.
He stepped forward and knocked again. “Angelina, open the door,” he called.
He relaxed when he heard the dead bolt flip. The door creaked open, and he was met with a pair of dark eyes peering out of the two-inch crack.
“Micah?”
“Yeah, Angel, it’s me.”
Relief flashed in her eyes as she opened the door wider. “What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?”
He shoved in past her, taking in the tiny room. “Don’t act so surprised. You had to know I’d find you after your disappearing act last night.”
She closed the door and turned around to face him. “By all means, come on in.”
Against his better judgment, he let his gaze drop down her body. Damn it all to hell, when had she developed such a killer body? He shook his head and focused somewhere else. Anywhere but on her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. “This place isn’t fit for rats, for God’s sake.”
She shrugged, a tiny, delicate motion that drew attention to the slim column of her neck. “It was what I could afford.”
“Pack your things. We’re getting out of here.”
When she didn’t move to comply with his order, he went to the bed where her suitcase was opened and things were lying in neat little piles to the side. He tossed everything in the suitcase then looked around to see if there was anything else he’d missed.
Angelina was watching him through narrowed lids, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Not that I don’t love having the busywork done for me, but would you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?”
“I’d think it was obvious. Getting you the hell out of here.”
She dropped her arms and took a step toward him, which had him hastily backing up. God, he was acting like a first-rate pussy, but if she touched him, he couldn’t be responsible for what happened.
His skin tingled in sharp awareness, and hunger, raw and volatile, rose inside his gut. For a moment he saw her as she was the previous night. Naked, her skin glowing, her hair sliding like silk over her back.
Christ but he was going to need to pour bleach in his eyes to rid himself of that image.
“I’ve seen you twice in the last twenty-four hours and each time you seem determined to relocate me. Why is that, Micah?”
He snorted. “That’s a dumb-ass question. I find you in a place devoted to public sex acts. Like I’m not going to have anything to say about that? And now you’re in some seedy-ass motel. You’ll be lucky if you aren’t raped or killed or both in this joint.”
“I see. And what is your proposed solution, send me back to Miami?”
That thought had occurred to him, and he would have certainly suggested it already if he knew why she was here in the first place.
“Why are you here?” he asked as he sat down on the bed.
She lifted one shoulder and glanced away, her eyes flickering with emotion. “There’s nothing left for me in Miami. I thought Houston would make a nice change. I don’t know anyone anywhere else. It seemed logical enough to come here.”
Where he was.
Though it was left unsaid, it was certainly implied.
“Are you in some kind of trouble, Angel girl?” he asked gently.
She gave him a startled look. “Why would you ask that?”
“Seems like a logical question given your sudden appearance and your reluctance to return to Miami.”
She looked pointedly at him. “You never went back.”
He ignored that statement. It made it seem too much like he’d been running from his past. Hadn’t he been, though?
“You can stay with me until you find a decent place.”
He nearly groaned when he realized what he’d said. So there wasn’t another alternative, none that would assure him of her well-being anyway, but the idea that she’d be under his roof, sharing his space, and be a constant reminder of last night ... He was fucked.
She frowned slightly as she studied him. “You seem less than thrilled at the idea of having me in your place.”
“Of course you’re going to stay with me. It’s not like we haven’t lived together before,” he said with a half smile.
Angelina had lived with him, David and Hannah for nearly a year until she graduated high school. Truth was he hadn’t seen much of her during that year, or maybe he just hadn’t been paying attention. She and Hannah had been close, and David had been extremely protective of her. With that many guardians, she sure hadn’t needed him to sign on for the job.
You didn’t see her.
Damon’s words floated back to him. No, he hadn’t seen her then, but he sure as hell wasn’t suffering that problem now.
She stared at him mockingly. “Do you really think me staying with you is such a good idea when I have no intention of keeping my hands to myself?”
He did a double take, sure he hadn’t heard her correctly. She looked cool as a cucumber, her stance relaxed and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that warmed him to the bone.
Hell, what could he say to that?
Deciding to go with option B, which was to ignore—he loved option B—he finished zipping up her suitcase then turned back to her as if she’d never said a word about her hands—or not keeping them to herself.
“Is this everything?”
She nodded.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here. I need a drink.”
Or maybe the whole damn bar.
CHAPTER 7
Angelina was glad to see the last of her hotel. The idea of staying with Micah comforted her way more than she would have liked to admit, but the truth was he made her feel safe. He’d always made her feel safe.
Plus she intended to see him often, and if she was staying with him, she wasn’t exactly going to have to work hard at that goal any longer.
Now she wouldn’t worry about her paranoia about being followed from Miami. She’d no longer be alone.
She leaned back against the couch in Micah’s living room and let out a small sigh of contentment.
Micah eyed her from his perch in the recliner as he pointed the remote at the TV and changed the channel for the thirtieth time in the last half hour.
“What are you looking so happy for?”
She raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Suspicious much? I was just thinking that it’s nice not to be alone.”
For a moment it looked like he was going to say something, but then his lips closed into a firm line. Finally he lowered the remote and turned his head in her direction.
“You aren’t alone, Angel,” he said gruffly. “We’ll work it out for you here. You can stay with me until you’re on your feet and then we can find you a good place to live. Have you thought about what you’re going to do yet?”
“Oh, I’ve got a job already,” she said cheerfully.
“You do?”
She would have thought he’d look more enthused, given that she was going to be living in his apartment. He looked warily at her as he waited for her to expound.
“I picked up a waitressing job that was within walking distance of the hotel. Of course now I’ll have to drive.”
Micah was shaking his head before she ever finished.
“No. Not no, but hell no.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You aren’t working in that neighborhood. Christ, Angel, use your head. A gorgeous young girl walking to work in that area? I don’t even want you driving. You’re just asking for trouble.”
She smiled. “Am I?”
He looked thoroughly confused. “Are you what?”
“Gorgeous.”
Micah swore and closed his eyes.
“Why do you fight your attraction to me so hard?”
“I am not attracted to you,” he muttered.
“Liar,” she mocked. “You may not want to want me. But you do.”
“Why are you doing this?” he demanded.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Micah.”
He opened his mouth then snapped it shut again. He looked frustrated enough to strangle her.
“You’re right. This isn’t something we should be discussing.”
“Oh, but I’d love to discuss it,” she persisted. “Even better, I’d love to dispense with conversation altogether and let our bodies do the talking.”
“You’re incorrigible.” Disbelief shadowed his voice, and he looked almost bewildered.
She smiled. “Don’t forget it.”
“You sidetracked me on purpose,” he accused.
She gave him an innocent look.
“I don’t want you taking that job, Angel. You could find another one close by here. Even if it took you a few weeks. You know I’ll help you.”
“I have no doubt you would,” she said calmly. “I can find a job here if it’ll make you feel better.”
Relief shone stark on his face. He really had been worried.
“I’ll start looking tomorrow while you’re at work.”
He looked disgruntled for a moment, and she laughed.
“Tell me you didn’t think you were going to babysit me twenty-four seven.”
He glared at her and turned back to the TV.
“I think I’ll go to bed,” she said as she stood.
She stretched lazily, forcing Micah’s attention back to her. His gaze was warm on her skin. She walked over to the recliner, and before he could react, she slid onto his lap, dangling her legs over the side of the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him forward to meet her lips.
He was as stiff and unyielding as cement. Her tongue flitted out to playfully lave over his closed lips. The nearly violent thud of his pulse signaled that he was definitely not immune to her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Forget everything but the fact that there’s you and me. Kiss me.”
With a tortured groan, he gave in, opening his mouth to take control of the kiss. She melted against him with a deep sigh. Their tongues met in a heated rush. Like chocolate melting in the sunshine. Sweet. Strong. A little wild.
Her fingers rolled and twisted the hair at his nape while his hands rested at the small of her back, his arms across the tops of her thighs.
She wanted them to move. Wanted him to touch her, to take an active part beyond returning her kiss. But she knew he wouldn’t, just as she knew the instant that the moment was over.
He yanked away, his breath coming in a ragged gasp. His eyes were wild-looking, the pupils dilated, making his brown eyes appear black.
“No. No,” he ground out. “We can’t do this, Angel.”
Silently, she slid from his lap, gaining her footing with trembling legs. She wouldn’t look at him, refused to acknowledge the regret she knew she’d see in his eyes.
Never once looking back, she walked stiffly toward her bedroom, her hands fisted at her sides.
“Angel,” he said in a hoarse, needy voice.
She froze and waited, but he didn’t call her back. Her shoulders slowly drooping downward, she continued her path to the bedroom. When she was inside, she quietly closed the door behind her.
With a dry laugh, she dropped onto the bed. She was probably the first woman Micah had ever said no to. He was a complete and utter pushover when it came to females. He loved them, protected them and didn’t care who knew it.
So why couldn’t he see her? Why couldn’t he love her, desire her, get past the fact that she was David’s sister?
What she needed was a sledgehammer and then she could beat some sense into his thick head.
There were different kinds of sledgehammers, and she’d have to make do with the metaphorical kind. Micah might not see her, might not want to see her, but he wasn’t blind nor was he immune to her as a woman.
She had an edge over most females because she knew what made him tick. Now she just had to use that knowledge to her advantage.
CHAPTER 8
“So what bug’s been up your ass lately, Hudson?” Gray Montgomery asked.
Micah scowled as he handed the menu back to the waitress. He and the other guys from work, Gray Montgomery, Nathan Tucker and Connor Malone, were at their regular lunch haunt, Cattleman’s, only they weren’t usually discussing one another’s personal business.
“You have been unusually cranky. Not get laid lately?” Connor drawled.
At that Nathan scowled, since he was still a little touchy about the fact that his current girlfriend was the last woman Micah would have been with.
“The world doesn’t revolve around when I got laid last,” Micah said dryly.
Gray blinked. “It doesn’t? I thought that was the standard male milestone for keeping time.”
Nathan laughed. “It is, or at least it’s what the women would have you believe.”
“I told Faith I had a headache last night,” Gray said with a straight face. “There’s only so much I can take. She’s an animal!”
Micah hooted with laughter, relaxing now that the focus was momentarily off him.
Connor groaned and covered his ears. “Not cool, man. Not cool at all. I don’t need that kind of information about my sister.”
“Your sister’s hot,” Micah pointed out.
Nathan grimaced. “I’m going to have to go with Connor on this one. I see Faith too much as a little sister to want to imagine her as an animal in bed.”
Gray snorted. “It wouldn’t matter anyway because if you so much as breathed wrong at another woman, Julie would have your nuts.”
Everyone laughed as Nathan turned a dull red.
“The man is completely whipped,” Connor snickered.
Nathan smiled. “I don’t have any problem admitting she’s got me completely wrapped around her finger.”
“There are worse things than having the love of a good woman,” Micah said sincerely, while Gray and Nathan both nodded in agreement.
Connor just studied him curiously. “So is that what has you in a tailspin? A woman?”
Micah let out a grunt. “In a manner of speaking, though it’s not what you dickheads are thinking.”
“Ahh,” Gray said.
Micah flipped him the bird. “The sister of an old friend of mine is in town, and I’ve got my hands full trying to keep her out of trouble.”
Gray frowned. “Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
Trust Gray’s cop instincts to get all riled.
“She’s a good girl,” Micah said with a note of defensiveness even he could hear. “And that’s the problem. She’s a good girl with no idea of what can happen to a good girl in a big, strange city.”
Connor scowled. “Then why the hell is she here and where is her brother?”
“David died a few years ago,” Micah said quietly.
Even now, after so long, it hurt to say out loud that David was gone.
“He was the only family Angelina had.”
“So you feel obligated to look after her,” Connor said.
The others nodded in understanding.
“Well, yeah,” Micah said.
Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Not going well?”
“It’s going just fine. Or it will be as soon as we get a few rules straight.”
Gray choked on his drink and commenced to coughing. “Yeah, good luck with that,” he wheezed.
“How old is she anyway?” Connor asked.
“Twenty-three,” Micah muttered.
“Is she hot?”
“Very,” he said before he could think better of it. Then he swore. “No, she damn well isn’t hot. And I don’t want you to even so much as look in her direction. You got me?”
Connor held up his hands in surrender. “Whatever you say, man. I swear you guys do your best to keep me away from all the good ones. I should be dating Julie. Not bonehead over here,” he said as he jerked a thumb in Nathan’s direction.
Nathan snorted. “You’re not man enough for her.”
Connor scowled. “And I suppose you are?”
“She’s with me, isn’t she?” Nathan returned smugly.
Gray leaned forward, ignoring the bickering between Connor and Nathan. “So you’re spending your evenings babysitting her at her place or what? And what about during the day? Not like you can keep an eye on her all the time.”
“She’s staying with me until we can find her a decent place. She’s going to be looking for a job.”
For once they fell completely silent as they stared back at him. Gray coughed discreetly and Nathan made a show of clearing his throat. Connor’s eyes gleamed with unholy amusement.
“So you have a young, hot girl living with you, and you’re in a bad mood?” Connor asked.
“Shut the fuck up,” Micah growled.
“Blue balls,” Gray said with a sage nod. “What our man has is a case of the blue balls.”
“Fuck you,” Micah said crudely. “Fuck all of you.”
They laughed uproariously while Micah just shook his head.
Gray pointed a finger in Micah’s direction. “Mark my words, Hudson. Your ass is toast.”
After an afternoon of ribbing, Micah was ready to get home, crack open a cold beer and watch some TV. Then he remembered he had no food in the house, and while he had nothing against two-day-old pizza, he didn’t see Angelina sharing his appreciation for it.
He stopped at the local grocery store, piled a bunch of stuff he thought she’d like in the buggy and headed to the checkout. Half an hour later, he pulled into his apartment complex and frowned when he didn’t see Angelina’s little tin can in the parking spot next to his.
Maybe she was still out job hunting.
He made two trips to get the groceries in, and it wasn’t until he started to put them away that he saw the piece of paper propped against the canisters.
He picked it up and unfolded it, his gaze scanning the neat handwriting.Micah,Gone to The House to play. Don’t wait up for me.Love, Angelina
Micah dropped the paper and was immediately assaulted by a pounding headache. Fuck a goddamn duck. What the hell did she think she was doing? Besides driving him out of his damn mind.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers and closed his eyes to assuage the sensation of someone stabbing him in the eyeball.
He was haunted by the images of Angelina the first time he’d seen her at The House. What the hell would he find her doing this time?
Damon wouldn’t be there, so he couldn’t call him and demand he throw her out, not that he would anyway, but at least he could have made sure Damon watched over her. Cole was a good guy, but shit, he was the one flogging her the first night. And what guy with a working set of balls wouldn’t leap at the opportunity to bend a gorgeous woman to his will?
Leaving the groceries in the sacks, he made a grab for his keys and headed for the door. He and Angelina were definitely going to come to an understanding. Right after his hand warmed her little ass. And he’d make damn sure the little brat didn’t enjoy it either.
Unfortunately for him, his dick stood up and paid attention at the idea of having her over his knee. Yeah, she might not like it—or maybe she would—but he damn sure would.
The drive to The House seemed interminable. It was almost completely dark when he pulled up the drive, and it irritated the hell out of him to see Angelina’s car in one of the spots closest to the door. Little hellcat had been here awhile.
He strode inside, and while he did a cursory check of the downstairs social rooms, he knew in his gut he’d find her upstairs where all the action took place. He just hoped like hell he didn’t have to barge into one of the private rooms and drag her out. Damon would have his ass in a sling, and he’d probably be barred from the premises for life.
When he got to the top of the stairs, he made a beeline for the common room. He hit the doorway and to his relief didn’t see Angelina as the star attraction again. But that begged the question of where exactly she was.
There, in the far corner of the room, he saw her. All the breath left him in a painful rush. It was as if someone punched him squarely in the diaphragm.
Lust and rage vied for equal airtime. Angelina. Nude but for the ropes intricately wrapped around her upper body, under and above her breasts so that the small globes were displayed to their best advantage. The nipples—lush and erect—dark brown, like velvet. She was kneeling, her long hair sliding forward over her shoulders. Her arms were bound behind her, her knees spread, her pose one of complete supplication.
God, how he longed to answer her plea for domination.
Three men surrounded her, their hands touching her, sliding through her hair, reaching to finger her nipples. Then they hoisted her to her feet and one cupped her chin, tilted her lips to meet his.
He plundered her mouth. Ravaged it until she gasped for air. He wasn’t gentle with her, a fact that enraged Micah. His reaction perplexed him. He knew he wouldn’t be gentle with her, but another man treating her so roughly provoked a deep rage inside him.
When the man pulled away from Angelina, her lips were swollen and bruised looking. Her eyes glittered, and Micah saw a need that wasn’t being fulfilled. She looked hungry. Like a woman seeking but not finding.
The other two men dropped down, and then their lips closed over her protruding nipples. She gave a small cry that seemed to satisfy them. They nursed like two starving men.
The picture was provocative and erotic as hell.
Would she allow them to fuck her? Is that what she wanted? To be dominated and possessed by multiple men?
Part of him wanted nothing more than to watch while they took her, but another part of him was outraged that David’s sister was here, being pawed by strange men.
Another voice whispered deep, dark—and sensual, sliding seductively through his veins.
You want her. You want to be the one who owns her. You’re jealous. You’re crazy jealous.
Angelina was lifted by the two men who had suckled at her breasts. They each hooked an arm under the crook of one of her knees and spread her until she was open and vulnerable to the other man.
Adrenaline pumped like thunder through Micah’s veins. He was riveted to the sight of the lush, feminine flesh, spread, open to invasion. She was excited. Her pussy was wet and swollen, and he broke into a sweat as he imagined guiding his cock through her folds and ruthlessly opening her with his thrusts.
His balls ached fiercely. His dick was impossibly hard and screaming for relief.
A feminine hand slid over his arm and over his middle, snaking down to his crotch. Surprised and irritated by the interruption, he turned to see a woman next to him, her eyes glittering with lust.
“Let me take care of this for you,” she murmured as she cupped the bulge between his legs. “While you watch her.”
It was tempting to push her to her knees, free his cock and shove it into her mouth while he watched Angelina. But he wanted nothing to distract him.
Gently, he pushed her hand away and returned his gaze to Angelina. As the two men held her open, the first man lowered his head and swept his tongue over her swollen flesh.
Her belly arched, and she nearly bowed out of the two men’s hands. The first man followed her with his mouth, delving his tongue deep, sucking and feasting on her pussy.
Micah was in danger of doing something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager. If he so much as moved he was going to come in his pants.
What did she taste like? Was she sweet like she looked or was she all spicy heat like the mischief that gleamed in her eyes?
Why aren’t you putting a stop to this? Why are you about to jack off while you watch Angelina being fucked by a crowd of horny men?
The man eating her pussy pulled away, licking his lips like a satisfied cat. While the other two men held her, he reached for a dildo from one of the nearby tables. He tore the wrapping from it and it gleamed obscenely in the light.
He moved back to Angelina and slipped between her thighs. His long fingers probed at her entrance, stroking up and down and then inside, burying his finger to the knuckle.
Angelina whimpered and bucked until he issued a sharp slap to her clit. Before she could react, he positioned the dildo and thrust deep.
Her cry echoed over the room. The man stepped away, leaving the fake dick lodged to the hilt in her pussy. He motioned for the other two men to lower her.
They forced her to her knees and nudged her thighs apart.
“Hold it in,” the man ordered her as he nudged the base of the dildo with his foot.
She nodded her acceptance, her eyes wide and so damn innocent looking that it nearly slew Micah on the spot.
The man reached for a pair of nipple clamps then pinched one nipple between his fingers before attaching a clamp to the velvety soft point.
Angelina bit her lip, and Micah almost nodded his approval.
He swallowed rapidly. She wasn’t his, and yet he was standing here casting himself as her master, silently offering approval when she performed well.
Move. Go to her.
His feet were encased in cement. All the blood in his body was pooled in his groin. He needed relief so badly that he was about crazy.
He was riveted by her beauty. By the sheer eroticism of the scene playing out before him.
The clamps now attached, the man stepped away and methodically unfastened his jeans. Not bothering to remove them, he reached in and pulled out his cock. With it fisted in one hand, he moved forward again.
He slid his free hand over the top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. Roughly, he forced her head back and guided his dick into her mouth.
The other two men also freed their cocks from their pants, but they stood to the side, stroking their erections with impatient hands.
Micah watched in fascination as the first man fed his dick deep into Angelina’s mouth. Her neck muscles bulged with the strain as the man pushed his way forward. When she closed her eyes, he yanked at her head.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Her eyes flew open and stared pleadingly at him. He backed out, allowing her a quick breath before he thrust again. His balls bulged against her chin, and Micah could hear the sucking sounds she made.
Then her gaze found him. She looked past the man thrusting into her mouth and connected with Micah. He froze, unsure of what to do.
Calm entered her eyes, as if she felt safer and more secure now that she knew he was here. Her entire body relaxed, and she let her temporary master fuck her mouth with abandon.
And fuck it he did. Over and over he forced himself into her mouth with a brutality that made Micah wince, and yet he did nothing to stop it.
Her gaze never left Micah as she gave herself over to the man fucking her mouth.
Suddenly the man at her mouth yanked his cock away. The three men jerked frantically at their straining erections. Semen hit her lips, her cheeks, her breasts, her shoulders and her slim back. It ran down her body in hot, thick streams.
Finally they milked the last of their releases, moving closer so that it all dripped onto her skin.
And still she stared at Micah with her dark, trusting eyes. Micah felt sick, and yet he was so unbelievably turned on that he hurt.
Angelina was pulled to her feet as the men wiped the semen from her body, but she uttered something to them, and with a quick glance in Micah’s direction, they moved away.
She stood, staring at him. Her arms tied behind her back, the dildo still lodged in her pussy.
“You know you want me,” she said in a quiet, taunting voice. “Tell me, Micah, did they do it right? Were they too gentle? Would you have whipped me for the slightest infraction? Did you want it to be your cock in my mouth?
“Come to me. Free me,” she whispered. “Take me.”
A red-hot haze of need exploded over him. He closed the distance between them, his pulse pounding so hard in his ears it deafened him.
He grasped her shoulders, lust overtaking him, ruling him, whispering to him to take what was his.
With quick, jerky motions he spun her around and threw her over the arm of one of the plush couches. Even as he reached for the fly of his jeans with one hand, he reached between her legs to pull the dildo from the clasp of her pussy.
It came slowly, her swollen tissues reluctant to release the fake cock. It came out with a slight sucking noise, glistening with her fluids.
He tossed it aside as his fingers finally pulled his cock free of his pants. He was on her in an instant, mounting her from behind like a rutting animal.
He spread her, positioned himself and thrust savagely into her.
Pleasure exploded through him, the relief so intense he was dizzy. She unhinged him. He was mindless, stroking, thrusting, seeking to punish her only because it pleased him to do so.
He strained forward, determined she would take all of him. Her slender fingers were balled into fists at the small of her back as her wrists strained against her bonds.
Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, and he grasped her hips, pulling her back to meet each one.
Too soon, only seconds, his release raced with the fury of a firestorm, through his balls, up his cock. He closed his eyes and bit back the cry of triumph as he spurted deep inside her body.
Never had anything felt so primitive, so right, so absolutely satisfying.
His legs trembled and threatened to buckle. He leaned into her body, gasping for breath. Slowly he regained awareness. Her warm, sweet body quivered below his, her pussy softly contracting around his still-hard cock.
