Chapter 26 Winona Bishop #2
“I know you want my cock inside you. You fantasized about it before you knew it was me.
But I knew you figured it out long before because I know my wife.
“ His voice is authoritative, deep, and infused with burning desire. “You’re not going to get it, though. Not until your taste lingers on my tongue and your screams of pleasure still echo in this room, becoming part of these walls. Now, come for me.”
That tight knot in my stomach snaps.
My eyes roll as the climax ripples through me. I cry out his name, and he applies more pressure around my throat. My wife. Fuck, that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I spasm out of control, riding the waves of pleasure.
His grip loosens once the orgasm subsides, and I suck in the air greedily.
His fingers slip out of my center, coated with my cum as he spins me to face him and brings them to his lips. The musky scent drifts between us. I watch carefully as he bends down, putting his finger against my mouth while he slowly glides the other between his lips, sucking it clean.
Still looking at him, I wrap my puffy lips around him and taste myself.
A wild spark flashes in his eyes, and I feel it echoing in mine.
There’s no need for words or signals.
Our eyes communicate it all.
Reeve yanks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and smacks my ass cheek, harder than the last time.
I squeal as he tosses me onto the bed and crawls on top of me. He pinches my clit and my nipple at the same time, sending a pleasurable zap through me, stimulating all my nerves, and enhancing the sensation. I convulse around nothing.
“I need you, Reeve. It’s been so long,” I whisper against his lips.
“I need you more.” His lips press to mine, tangling with my tongue.
His fervent body heat envelops me; I revel in every ridge of muscle that presses against my soft curves as he moves to sink his teeth into the pulsing vein in my neck.
“Fuck, I want to tear you apart and suture you back up inch by outrageously gorgeous inch.” His voice is gruff as he curses after each suck and nip, claiming his way down my neck with his teeth.
I want to see his naked body. His adorned cock. His face when he comes deep inside me.
“You taste better than I remember, and I haven’t reached your pulsating clit yet.” He trails soft, wet kisses down the valley of my breasts and drags his tongue over my pebbled nipple, slowly, sensually, slurping around it, and moving across to the other one.
His fingers glide up and down my skin, molding, claiming, marking.
He wraps his arms around me and flips us over. I sit on top of him, and he pulls a key from his pocket. My free hand replaces his, then he secures me to the chain attached to the headboard.
“If you get out of those again, I’ll make you come ten more times before I push you down on my cock and you feel every single one of my piercings penetrating you,” he says in a low, commanding voice.
How many piercings does he have?
“You’ll do it either way.” I raise the stakes, shooting him a wicked smirk.
He mirrors my expression. “Bet. Now, spread your legs for me.”
His eyes follow the curve of my body and linger as I spread my thighs for him.
“Wider.”
I lick my lips. My walls convulse even when he’s doing nothing.
The room tilts as he helps me position myself on either side of his head. Being here with him like this is overwhelming, but it’s a craving like no other.
“Are you okay? You’re shaking.” His eyes flick to mine in a soft, penetrating gaze.
I nod. “I’m overwhelmed, but I want this.”
Fingers dig into my hips. Veiny forearms and thick biceps press against my thighs. The sight is mouth-watering. I let out a frustrated huff. I don’t put all my weight on him, keeping my thighs up. My heart races as I watch him look at me like I’m a celestial being he’s fortunate enough to see.
“No, Baby, put all your weight down on me. Squeeze your thighs until I can’t speak at all,” Reeve commands, his heavy breaths rolling over my skin. Strong arms loop around my thighs, locking me firmly in place, and I’m forced to sit down on him and take it.
The stubble on his face tickles as he sucks my swollen clit hard and fast. Fire burning through my limbs, combusting in my core.
Fuck me… this vertigo-induced feeling is like touching the stars and realizing I’m afraid of heights, but I love it. I love feeling in control, even when my hands are tied.
My steady breathing is in stark contrast to my palpitating heart.
I instinctively tug at my cuffed hands, wanting to twist them around the sheets or run my fingers through his “I just rolled out of bed” hair.
I suck in my bottom lip, biting back a loud moan that escapes a second later.
His tongue stroking and lips slurping my pussy passionately, round upon round. He takes his precious time. Loving on my oversensitive clit.
I slide on his tongue. My tits bounce, craving the feel of his touch. His hands are still on my hips to keep me from falling.
He hums, and I fucking see stars.
He used to wake me up like that, planted between my legs, mouth playing with my pussy for hours, knowing what I needed and what I liked.
“I hate you for cuffing my hands,” I force the words out, “I want to touch you too.”
He lifts me a little to say, “I should’ve taped your mouth, too,” and then presses me back against him.
Fuck!
“I should’ve tased you when I had the chance.” I try to move away from his mouth, and he chuckles at my willful attempts—the sound has me on the brink of another orgasm.
My screams are ripped from my throat, raw and sensual. I toss my head back and move my hips back and forth over his mouth.
One hand reaches up to pinch my nipple while the other holds me in place.
“Where did you learn to do all of these things? You were always amazing in bed, but you’re even better now,” I tease, already knowing my bookworm better than he knows himself.
I can feel his smile widen against me as he continues to slurp around my clit.
“What would have happened if I thought you were dead and I let another man touch me?” I ask
A sting shoots up my clit and spreads to my core.
“You bit my clit?” I snap, thrashing against the handcuffs. “I’m going to fucking drown you in my cum.”
He does it again, and I pull at the chains from both pleasure and pain.
With a few more suctions, my thighs clamp around him as I come hard. He savors every drop while I ride until I can’t move anymore.
“Yes, choke on it, Reeve,” I moan the words out, and he hums and chuckles against me.
That’s what he does for an hour, playing with my pussy until I come three more times with his name on my lips.
Flipped again, the chain twists with us, keeping me cuffed yet manageable. Beneath him with hooded lids, I see his lips glisten with remnants of me, and I smile.
“You talking shit is probably my favorite part. But don’t mistake it as a kind gesture. I let you because I enjoyed being under your drenched pussy. Talk back at me again, and I will fuck you so hard you lose the ability to walk.”
I know my man is dominating even when he’s sweet and gentle.
He rubs his confined cock against my wet pussy, up and down, enough for me to feel his impossible erection.
“Want this, Baby? Because you’re about to be filled with every inch of me and my new gift to you,” he breathes into my neck and bites my skin.
A long, drawn-out moan escapes me.
“Did anyone touch you?” I ask with a clipped tone.
“Not a damn soul,” he grits out. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” I shoot him my sly grin. “Proceed.”
The corners of his mouth curve into a beautiful smile.
He rolls to the side to quickly remove his pants and briefs. I stare at the ceiling with a permanent grin. Hands sneak around my waist, yanking me to straddle his stomach.
The chain clinks with every movement.
The bed shakes.
“Did you look?” he asks with a smirk.
“I didn’t,” I reply, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“You’re such a good girl. You deserve a reward.” He lifts me, helping me hover above the crown of his head, and the metal at the tip rubs against my entrance.
Oh, fuck.
“Eyes on me, Baby.” He twists my nipples in unison, then slides his hand down my belly and presses the pad of his thumb to my clit. Goosebumps break over my skin. “Start counting them.”
I gulp and come down on him. “One.”
“Yeah, just like that. Work those hips and come down on every inch.”
The pressure builds as I lower my hips and swallow another inch that feels slightly different. A vertical piercing. “Two.”
And another.
“Three.”
Wow.
The sensation of them running along the underside of his length and flicking against me makes me squeal and kick my feet inwardly.
A wicked glint sparkles in his eyes, setting my whole being ablaze.
Perspiration lines on my forehead as I slide down another—
Oh my…
“Four,” I gasp.
“Come on, beautiful. You can take it.” He draws circles around my clit. “Just a few more.”
A few?
His chest rumbles.
“You’re so tight.”
I exhale and moan… fuck, this feels so good.
“Five. Six. Are we done?”
With a quick motion, he presses me down onto another one.
“Seven,” I yelp.
Shit.
“Now, we’re done,” he declares.
Seven piercings.
“You’re insane.”
He laughs menacingly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to calm my racing mind and thundering heart—calm anything in his glorious presence.
“I’m so in awe of you right now and completely shocked you would do it. I love it.”
I spasm around the wide base of his cock, feeling him throbbing inside me. In the blink of an eye, he slams me onto the mattress, pounds into me, and withdraws ever so slowly.
I lock my legs around him.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for three years,” he says roughly between labored breaths. “You’re mine, Winona.” Thrust. “I want you so badly I might lose control.” Thrust. “There’s no one else.” Thrust. “There will never be anyone else. It’s you or nothing.”
It’s him or nothing.