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his tongue over my clit. He circles it, then moves lower, shoving his tongue inside of me. I cry out, grasping his hair in both of my hands. I can’t decide if I want to shove him away or wrap my legs securely around his neck. He’s so good at this. Giving pleasure in such an unbearable way. I hate it. I love it.
    Jensen slides his tongue up and closes his lips around my clit, nibbling softly, then biting down hard. I scream half in pain, half in ecstasy. I try to wiggle away, but he grips me tightly, securely, his fingernails biting into my skin. I love the way he hurts me. I love the way he makes me feel good. It’s the best combination I’ve ever experienced.
    His finger joins his tongue, pressing, flicking, tapping softly, then hard. He slides it down, driving it inside of me in the same way he did his tongue earlier as he sucks on my clit again. This time is all about gratification. His movements are soft but steady, creating the perfect pace. It’s intoxicating. I’m high on him. I push myself down into his touch, my head shoved back into the pillow, my lip caught between my teeth, my fingers hurting from grasping his hair so hard. I cry out, long and loud, as ripple after ripple of euphoria pulsates through me.
    I’m trying to catch my breath as he crawls on top of me, slamming his glistening mouth down on mine. He kisses me deeply as if he’s trying to possess me, claim me. And then he does.

 
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    I thrust into her raw, needing to feel her flesh to flesh. This isn’t something I do often, and we won’t stay like this. I just need to feel her . She’s so wet, so warm, so inviting. I fit inside her perfectly, sheltered snugly.
    Holland is everything I hoped she would be. She sighs and I chase it, closing my mouth over hers, kissing her hard. We’re on each other’s tongues, the mix of us is a flavor I will crave for the rest of my fucking life.
    I begin to move, circling my hips slow, but penetrating deep. She moans, ripping her mouth away from mine. Her fingers slide down my back, clutching my ass, urging me to move faster. The sharp bite of her nails feels so damn good, I almost give in. Almost .
    This is my show. I’m the ringmaster.
    I pull out and push myself off the bed. I’m going to have to do something with those roaming hands of hers. She watches me, her lips parted in surprise, confusion clear on her beautiful face, as I open the top drawer of my nightstand. I retrieve a condom and shut that drawer, opening the one below it. Where I keep my favorite items. The ones I only utilize with women experienced in bondage. Until now. Until Holland.
    My fingers skim the different ropes, varying in thickness, color, length, and material. I do love the impressions left behind from a braided rope… I also love the texture of synthetic… And the coarseness of natural… I glance at her, waiting on my bed, her gaze sliding over the contents in the drawer. There is all that fiery hair to play with, too.
    With my decision made, I remove a thin, hemp rope, testing it’s strength between my hands. This is good. The rough grip will knot nicely and pull tightly.
    “Sit up,” I rasp as I climb back onto the bed. Holland doesn’t question me. She sits up, offering me her wrists. So fucking willing. My cock throbs, imploring me to slide inside her again. I push her arms down to her lap, fold the length of rope in half, and set it in front of her. My fingers work into her hair, scooping it up into a ponytail. The cool, soft strands feel like satin in my hold. The way the bright shade differs so obviously from her milky skin tone is hypnotic. This is her second best attribute. Her hair. Soon to be her bind.
    “Give me the rope.”
    Her hands are shaking, not knowing what I’m going to do to her, but she picks up the line and hands it to me. The end grazes across the head of my erection and I nearly lose my shit like a fucking teenage boy getting his first hand job.
    I pinch my eyes closed and inhale