by Warren, Rie
I hissed when she went back to a stronger stroking action. She felt so good, her grip just right on my straining length. And when she scratched down the sides of my iron-like cock with the fingers of both hands, I nearly lost it.
She surprised me, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me onto the bed. A little rough with me, a major turn-on. I scrambled to kneel right next to her. Rolling my hips with her actions, I saw my towering erection next to her face as she worked me over but good.
All the while she jacked me off, her lips plumped open, her hips wiggled a little, and she breathed out sweet-sounding moans.
Oh, yeah. Sin has a naughty side.
I couldn’t wait to exploit it.
I placed her hands at her side when her hot strokes got to be too much. “No more touching.”
Her eyes flashed, but she nodded.
Slowly slipping off the bed, I found two special items in the top drawer of my dresser. I held them hidden inside my palm. Sin still kneeled in the center of the bed, which dipped when I climed in front of her.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I brought her to me for a deep, completely devouring kiss that locked our mouths together for minutes on end.
Then I brushed the new metal goodies against the taut tips of her breasts.
She broke away with a gasp, peering down.
“What are those?”
“Nipple clamps.” I lazily grinned, demonstrating the Japanese clover clamps.
“For me?”
I nodded.
“They’ll hurt.” A frown crossed her beautiful face.
The backs of my knuckles brushed across her cheek. “They’ll be intense, that’s for sure. But if you want them off, I’ll take ’em off.”
I reached around and quickly swatted her on the ass with the flat of my hand.
Her eyes flared, but before she could yell at me, I spanked her again.
Her neck arched, and a deep moan left her lips.
“See?” I whispered against her ear. “Same thing.”
“I’ll try them.”
I wanted her to feel the full swinging sensation of the clamps with her staying upright, so I said, “Put your arms up, cross your wrists behind your head, precious.”
She did as I asked.
Bending down, I coddled and kissed and laved her nipples as her breath stuttered in and out. When the buds pinged up, harder than ever, I placed the first clamp. It snapped on with no pressure adjustment.
Sin’s eyes grew wide and she gave a sharp gasp. “Oh, shit!”
I quickly repeated the maneuver on her other tight peak. She remained on her knees, hands behind her head, tits thrust forward. The black ribbons hanging from the clips looked incredible against her skin as she moaned and shivered.
“They look amazing on you, precious.” This particular design couldn’t pop off by accident.
My favorites to use along with Thai clamps.
I dipped my fingers into Sin’s pussy. She was dripping.
Grasping her wrists together in my free hand, I quickly finger fucked her with her straining against my body. The clamps scraped across my chest, which pressed them harder into her delicate flesh.
Her body bowed even more, a thick yell coming from her throat.
I brought her right to the edge of a lightning fast orgasm . . . and stopped.
“Oh, God . . . fuck!”
Easing myself down to lie flat, I brought her over me until she straddled me. “Hold onto the headboard. Lean over me. Tits in my face.”
Beyond caring, Sin dropped over me, grabbed hold, and presented me with the best goddamn present I’d ever seen.
Sucking, biting, pulling, I made sure her nipples zinged with equal parts pleasure and pain. Her hips lowered to my belly, she grinded her wet pussy all over me as I feasted and teased.
I pulled one of the clamps between my teeth. Kept pulling. The stinging pain released endorphins that made her pant.
When I released it, her breast bounced back and she hissed.
“Hurts a little?” I kissed the swollen nipple.
“Yessss.”
“Feels good too?” I sucked on the other one.
Sin bobbed her head, peeking down at me.
Moving my hands up to her shoulders, I guided her lower so our faces met.
After a quick kiss, I said, “Touch me.”
She didn’t hesitate to bring her lips and teeth and fingers into play, slowly backing down my body as I basked in her attention. She licked my neck, my pecs, my nipples as her hands wandered to my biceps. She scratched lightly across the hilled muscle and I clenched them even bigger.
Following the trail of hair that thinned from my belly button, she looked up at me with big green eyes. She lapped my stomach, pinching my nipples, tugging the barbells.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Fuck, Sin. Yeah. Whatever you want.” I grunted.
My breath came fast and hard the farther she got down my stomach. I spread my legs wide for her to move between them, my knees raised as she worked that luscious body lower.
Finally, my thick shaft hovered beneath her face.
“How do you feel about blowjobs?” I asked.
Chapter Seven
“I NEVER REALLY . . . ”
“Never done it before? Never liked sucking cock before?” I caressed Sin’s cheek.
“I always feel self conscious.” Her head dipped, and her hair tickled my upper thighs.
I groaned, reaching low to tilt up her face. Jesus Christ. She looked so good between my legs, naked, blushing, her lips soft and parted. Desperately rigid, my dick stood less than an inch from her mouth.
“Do you feel insecure with me?” Curling up, I swiped the head of my cock over her lips.
Her tongue flickered out. The pointed pink tip touched my frenulum.
“No.”
My balls shivered with heat. “Well, precious, you already got me so hard there’s nothing you could possible do wrong with me. I promise.” I reclined, my head resting on the raised pillows. “I want you to like sucking my cock, Sin. I want you desperate to get your mouth on it.”
“I want to.” She licked her already glistening lips.
“How are the clamps feeling on your tits?”
“Huh?” She stared up at me.
“Think about them swaying when you have my dick in your mouth, precious.”
She wet her lips again.
I rubbed my hand down my deeply clenching abdomen then raised my cock from its horizontal position. Hard as a timber beam, it was a solid weight in my hand. I brought the meat to her poised lips. And with my fingertips stroking across the wet tip, I pressed it against her chin.
Her lips popped open as she gasped.
I pushed my slick fingers inside her mouth, my eyelids shuttering as she suckled on them. Running my fingers through her hair, I held it out of the way so I could get a better visual as she took me inside. But not yet.
“Tell me to feed you my cock, Sin.”
She bit into her bottom lip.
God, I was so fucking hard. I just needed her to want this as much as I did.
“Do you want me to pump my come all over you instead? Or do you want to taste my cock? It’s gonna feel good. In your mouth. Running along your tongue. Getting all slippery because of you.”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?” I teased it out of her.
“I want to suck your cock.” With one strong motion, she engulfed the engorged head.
Ripples of heat shot up my back. My shoulders slammed onto the bed. Her tongue trailed over me, around me, dipping into the dripping slit. My dick frigging spasmed as she kept going lower.
Swallowing more.
Her fingers on my balls.
Her hand grasping the base of my shaft over the thick silver cock ring.
Halfway down she halted. And she looked damn good with her lips ovaled around my length.
Intense waves of fire surged through me.
; She lifted her mouth off me, trawled out her tongue and circled the big head of my dick.
“Like that?” she asked, all horny vixen innocence.
“Just like that. Anyway you want to—”
A loud bellow exploded from my throat when she dipped down to take my one of my balls between her wide-open lips.
Jesus Christ.
She went back to sucking and lapping my cock, her tits swinging, her ass swaying.
Her mouth hot and wet and velvety, she moaned and hummed, and it looked like she was loving this almost as much as me.
Eventually, when I was about to blow my stack, I held the sides of her head. “Keep your mouth open and suck my cock.”
When I hit the back of her throat, I stopped, overwhelmed.
I eased back and rubbed a knuckle over her lips. “Do that again?”
“Yes. I want it. Deeper.” Her voice sounded raw.
Harder, faster, wetter, deeper. Not too deep. She didn’t gag. All she did was gurgle, swallow, breathe in and out and pull me into her mouth over and over.
“Fuck. You amaze me.”
When she drew me from her lips, my cock slapped against my belly. She smiled a sexy little challenge then licked all over my length. Only when my hips bucked up and I groaned did she take me inside again, making hot wet love to my shaft.
“I want to come in your mouth.”
Sin nodded, giving a gargled reply.
That was all it took, that and the way her gaze never left mine, her eyes hazy with pleasure and satisfaction.
My fingers fumbled with the opening mechanism of the cock ring, and it sprang free.
I curled up. Wave after wave of utter bodily devastation forced me to pump between her lips. Come rocketed out of me. The orgasm of my life turned everything sheer white. I gripped the sheets, almost howling, jerking inside her mouth, feeling her swallow every last drop.
With a last groan, I fell to my back. My eyes barely open, I saw Sin perched between my thighs. She pushed a final drop of come into her mouth.
“Fuck, woman.”
She prowled over me, a sharp gasp emitted when the nipple clamps pulled tighter.
I ran my hand between her breasts, down her stomach, and quickly thrust a finger inside her.
Dripping. Wet.
While I fingered her, I gave a fast three-stroke to my cock. Immediately hard. Flipping her to her back, I growled.
Her laugh lusty, she stared at my surging erection. “You’re hard again?”
I chuckled, kissing the sweet point of her chin. “You been screwin’ old men or what? I find it difficult to believe any man wouldn’t have a twenty-four-seven erection around you.”
“What now?” Her hands trailed up and down my back.
“Now we fuck.”
Her neck craned and I sucked all over it. Nudging her around to her stomach, I palmed the rosy globes of her ass. “On your knees. Head down and turned so I can see your face, precious.”
She obediently rose, and I quickly sheathed myself with a rubber snapped down to the base of my dick.
With no warning, I plowed deep. Her hot slickness and internal pulsing pushed a groan from my mouth.
Then it was full on. I fucked her just as hard and fast as I’d told her I would with her crying out through it all, gushing around me, pulling me infinitesimally deeper with every plunging beat.
I gripped her ass, spread her cheeks, thumbed her pucker. “I’m gonna want to fuck your ass sometime.”
“Cole!” She rammed back onto me.
“Oh fuck yeah. That’s it. Fuck me.” I dropped over her and skated my palms across her hanging tits, skimming the nipple clamps.
A loud wail wrenched from her throat. “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck! Can I?”
Maintaining the punishing pace, I hashed out at her ear, “Don’t ask. Never ask.” Thick grunts thrust from my throat. “Feeling you, watching you orgasm is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She clenched down, drew tight, rode back onto me. Driving me into her. With a yowl to rival Pincushion’s, Sin creamed all fucking over my cock. Shuddering hard, she shattered apart.
I withdrew from her as soon as the intense milking motion of her cunt slowed down. Hard as ever, I helped her roll onto her back.
Everything about her was hot and wet and fucked real, real good.
“This is gonna hurt a little.” I warned before releasing one clover clamp after the other.
She arched up with a moan. I tossed the clamps away, quickly fastening my mouth to one aching nipple then the other, soothing the sore super-aroused pebbles until Sin breathed more easily.
Her eyes flickered open just before I swooped down to take her lips with mine. Her fingers curled into my hair and she met me with the same insatiable need.
I drew away, only far enough to nip her earlobe. “I think that’s enough for one night. Wanna fuck vanilla-style?”
Her laugh echoed through the room.
Once I had her settled to get it on reverse cowboy, she peered over her shoulder. “This is not vanilla.”
I grinned, watching her descend over me. “What can I say? I wanna watch your ass jiggle while you bounce on my cock.”
She drove halfway down quickly. The wet heat sucked me in, her tightness clenching fast. I thrust up, shouting out.
“Oh shit! So deep!” She threw her head back.
Long wavy locks of hair curled down her back. Her waist curved in an indent, her hips flowing out. And her ass . . .
I grabbed it, spreading her cheeks to see her piston up and down three quarters of my shaft, wetting it. “You don’t have to take it all,” I gritted out.
“But I heard—”
“Don’t give a fuck what you heard or what you read.” I focused on my hands on her ass. A mouthwatering visual. “This is about you and me and nothing else matters.”
I sat up behind her. “Fuck me how you want.”
She took me all the way in, and gripped my ankles for more leverage. No holds barred, Sin battered down on my cock, and with every plunge she moaned. Before long, a huge fast climax studded through her, inside and out. She rippled and rolled so hotly as she sat her ass on my groin, I couldn’t stop it.
Didn’t want to.
Out of control.
Me.
I hauled her back to my chest and threw my pelvis up. Her tits in my hands, I pistoned once . . . twice . . . and my dick torpedoed off inside her.
As soon as the body-wracking pleasure faded to smaller shudders, I lay back and eased her down beside me.
“Oh my God,” Sin whispered.
“No shit, precious. I think you blew the roof off the building and the top off my cock.”
“Cole!”
“’S’all true,” I mumbled.
I lifted one heavy eyelid to peek at her as she reclined beside me. Naked. Creamy skin.
“How many women have you . . .” She trailed off, slowly touching my tats.
“Are you asking how many women I’ve been with or many women I’ve done this sort of thing with?”
“The latter.”
“A handful. But nothing long-term. I have a few women I know who like it, regularly.”
Her head whipped up. “Is that what I am to you? Because I can assure you—”
“Whoa. Hold on there.” I flipped to my side and snuck my arm around her waist. “First of all, no. That’s definitely not what you are.” Although this should only be a one time thing . . . safer for her . . . dammit. “Second, I would never take you for a one-night fuck, or a random bang, kind of woman.”
“So . . . you mean this to be long-term.” She nuzzled my neck, her warm breath hitting me just right, so good.
Big mistake. I had no control over it. “Yeah.”
She hummed softly, the vibrations sending chills all over my skin.
I cupped the back of her head. “So, did you like giving up control?” Because I sure as hell had.
I was officially motherfuck
ing addicted to Sin.
“Do you hear me complaining?”
“Nooo, but—”
Her arms hooked around my neck. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. Like that. I feel incredible. Exhausted, but . . . wonderful. So quiet and happy inside.”
And that did it.
Officially stupidly falling for this woman.
I shifted away a few minutes later. In the bathroom, I jetted warm water over a washcloth and cleaned up. Then I grabbed a fresh one, dipped it under the faucet. From the doorway, Pincushion glared at me the entire time with baleful eyes.
I flicked it with water.
“What are you—?” Sin sleepily asked when I gently pressed the warm wet towel between her legs.
“Shh. Just making you comfortable.”
After I was done, I lifted the covers over her and turned down the lights. I returned with some water and snacks, waking her.
I made her eat and drink despite her protests, then turned off the lights and shifted her against me. “You’re staying the night.”
“Seems so,” she mumbled.
“Let me give you some loving.”
“I think you already did that. Not sure how much more I can take.” Her impish smile was goddamn adorable.
“Cuddle loving.”
And cuddling Sin was perfect. I fell asleep with her on my chest, her slow breaths wafting in and out.
****
I woke up in the morning, the sun blazing in. I scowled at the empty pillow beside me thinking Sin had done a runner until I heard a clatter from the tiny, hole-in-the-wall kitchen.
Sin.
Either that or Pincushion rattling around.
I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and ambled to the bathroom. After brushing and flossing, taking a piss and washing my hands, I headed to the source of the noise.
I found Sin in my kitchen, the fridge door wide open as well as the cupboard housing my many boxes of organic tea.
Pincushion purred at a fresh bowl of food.
Kitty cat saw me and beelined over to get her own loving.
I made a derisive noise as Pincushion wrapped herself around my legs. “Scat, cat! Or whatever you are.”
Pincushion hightailed it away.
Sin whirled from the stove. “How can you be so mean to—”
