don’t you Chloe? You like having your titties sucked while you’re all tied up?”
She nodded. “Please…please just…”
“Just what?” he prodded, using his fingers to pinch and stroke her nipples until she moaned.
“Just…do it. Do it already.”
“Do what?” he pushed, as he continued stroking her swollen nubs.
“Fuck me. Oh god, Brody—just fuck me already.”
“In good time,” he assured her, and then he was sucking her nipples more, and she was bucking and thrashing.
Panting, out of breath, completely out of her mind.
Brody got off the bed and finally began to undress. He did it slowly, like a strip tease. His shirt came off first, and he tossed it to the side of the bed. Now his torso was bare, and everything that he showed off in the magazine spread was on display for Chloe. Just her, and her alone.
She gawked at him in the flesh.
Brody Hawk is in bed with me and he’s got his shirt off.
I’m naked, tied up in bed with Brody Hawk.
The sheer insanity of it was enough to send her into another panic attack. This was a man she’d drooled over in the glossy pages of a magazine and then he’d materialized in her life as if by magic.
Now he was doing things to her that nobody had ever done, saying things no one had ever said.
Was she going insane? Could this possibly be real?
Brody’s tie squeezed against her wrists, and it hurt, it was uncomfortable, her arms outstretched—yet she somehow liked being completely at Brody’s disposal. To be so powerless as the most powerful man she’d ever known controlled everything…it was more seductive than she could ever have imagined.
Her legs were spread and if she looked down she could see the wetness glimmering on her mound. Her belly pulsed up and down rhythmically.
Sweat beaded on her slick skin.
Brody was taking off his pants now. And then he took off his boxer shorts. He was standing naked in front of her, everything hard, cut like granite, a body that even Leonardo da Vinci couldn’t have dreamed up.
The muscles in his thighs were thick and protruding, as if someone had added an extra muscle on top of what normal people had. His cock was erect, full and arching proudly upward towards his flat, cut belly.
Her eyes were pulled to it like a magnet.
When she dragged her gaze away from his intimidatingly large but gorgeous dick, she was greeted by Brody’s arrogant grin.
That grin said, I know you like what you see. It goes without saying .
Her body gave another shudder and she felt her pussy contract, throbbing at the thought of him, the nearness of his perfectly chiseled body.
“When are you going to untie me?” she said, not sure she even wanted him to untie her, despite the ache in her wrists from where the cloth was biting into her skin.
“When I’m done with you,” he informed her. And then he was slowly lowering himself onto the bed, creeping towards her, his body low, grazing hers as he covered her with his hot flesh.
The moment his naked body made full contact with hers, she came again.
It was humiliating and she tried to hide it, but Brody was watching her too closely. She groaned and her face screwed up from the intensity of it, as his stiff cock just barely touched the highest part of her delta.
“Baby, you are sensitive,” he whispered, but his pupils were dilated and she could see that he liked it.
He liked knowing the effect he was having on her.
“Oh, shit,” she muttered, as the climax finally passed through her.
It was a relief, almost, to be done with it. Everything in her was so tuned up, so sensitive to his each and every movement that it was exhausting.
Just put me out of my misery and fuck me already , she thought.
Brody seemed determined to continue the torture.
He began kissing her mouth again, and his tongue slowly entered, slick and hot and thick as it overtook her orifice.
His face was burning hot, and so was the rest of him.
His body was flattening on top of hers now, pressing down,
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