Chapter 1 #3
She uses the strong grip on the back of my head to guide my mouth toward her cock.
I whirl my legs around until I’m on all fours before her and don’t hesitate to take her in my mouth.
Licking, sucking, and swirling as my pussy throbs and I’m dripping.
I’m going to need to throw my underwear away by the end of the night.
Harlow’s eyes roll in the back of her head after I grip onto the toy for better leverage, and I realize the base is ridged and rubbing against her clit.
I grin, enticed by the idea of pleasing her, and start to stroke.
The base grinds harder against Harlow. She moans, eyes squeezed shut, and I burn with a new need—the need to touch her.
Her legs are parted, and I reach up between her thighs and moan. She’s soaked. I play at the entrance of her wet heat for only a second when she snatches my wrist, her eyes snapping open.
“What did I say about that?”
And oh. Oh fuck.
Harlow shoves the pillows aside and reaches between the headboard and mattress. I frown, not understanding what she’s doing, until she pulls up satin restraints. My jaw drops.
“You just have those at the fucking ready?”
She smirks, then commands, “Lay down.”
While I’m no stranger to being tied up, it’s never been with a one-night stand.
So while I’m very, very turned on, I’m also a little nervous.
Harlow secures the ties around my wrist. The material is soft and comfortable, the hold tight enough to let me know I’m not going anywhere, but loose enough to prevent me from panicking.
This is one kinky bitch. I love it.
“Color?” she asks.
“Chartreuse.”
Harlow does a double take, her confused face almost makes me laugh. She asks, “What?”
I shrug. “It’s a mix of green and yellow.”
“Okay … Okay.” She looks adorable with her pinched forehead as she processes this and, this time, I chuckle.
“I’m not fully in green or fully in yellow, so I needed a combo.”
“No, that’s fair,” she says, the corners of her mouth tilting upward. Then her expression turns serious. “I can loosen them so you can get your hands out if you need?”
“No, it’s okay. I like how they are just … kiss me?”
She smiles softly and leans forward. The kiss is gentle and sweet.
Her mouth lingers against mine, and it’s exactly what I need.
After a calming moment, my body relaxes.
She sets her hand innocently on my stomach, and it reawakens the ache between my thighs.
I deepen the kiss and suck her lip into my mouth, tugging on it until she groans.
Harlow pulls back, and there’s a fresh fire in her eyes.
“Green,” I say.
She nods and shifts so she’s lying between my legs.
I wrap them around her hips. She’s so hot, I forget my hands are restrained and my wrists catch on the binding.
The inability to move my arms, knowing I’m at another person’s mercy, always leaves me breathless and quivering. This time is no different.
Harlow guides the tip of the strap to my entrance, teasing me through the thin material of my ruined underwear, and I let out a low mewl. I never needed to get her strap wet with my mouth, I’m so drenched, there’s probably a puddle of my arousal on the comforter.
“About time we got rid of these, huh?” Harlow presses my legs together to slide my panties off before pushing my knees back apart. I strain against the restraints to lift my head and watch. The sight of her strap pushing inside me is borderline pornographic, and I nearly go blind with ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I say as she eases deeper inside. It’s thick, and it’s been a minute, but I don’t want her to stop. Slowly, she fills me until her body is flush against mine, then pauses, allowing my body time to adjust. She studies me the whole time, gauging my reaction.
“Good?” she asks.
I nod breathlessly.
She smiles, then licks her lips. “You can’t come until I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
There’s a smug smirk in Harlow’s voice when she says, “Good girl.”
And then she’s thrusting.
“Oh, oh fuck. Oh. Yes!” I groan as she picks up the pace. Harlow grips me by the hips and starts pounding into me. I tighten my hold on the restraints and buck my hips off the mattress as she slams deeper and deeper inside me.
My abdomen tightens. I’m not going to last long, so I force myself to concentrate.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Harlow pants.
I whimper. My legs tremble. I’ve lost the rhythm, and it’s taking all my focus not to come. I can only lie here and take it as she fucks me hard.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
I moan as she pinches my nipples before rolling them over her fingers. She caresses my tits, spending special attention to them, and it’s going to push me over the edge.
“Please,” I say breathlessly. “Please, can I come?”
“Hm.” She pretends to think. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”
Before I can answer, she presses two fingers against my lips, and I greedily suck them into my mouth.
“Shit.” Harlow groans under her breath, and I remember the ribbed base grinding against her clit. She’s close too.
“Look how obedient you are now.” Harlow drags her fingers from my mouth and down my bottom lip. She presses her wet fingers to my clit and circles.
“You can come,” she says. The sentence barely leaves her lips when I break apart.
We come together, her with a drawn-out moan and me with a scream.
My pussy clenches, my hips thrashing wildly at the intensity of the sensations.
The pent-up orgasm has my body convulsing as it rocks through my core.
Harlow carefully eases out of me as I lie limp and boneless, my breathing erratic.
Harlow slides lower, kissing my stomach softly, then my hip, then my thigh.
“That was—Oh, shit. What’re you…” I trail off, losing the ability to speak as she languidly licks up my inner thigh to the crease between my hip and leg. She’s so close to my folds, my clit twitches.
“I told you,” Harlow says. “Good girls get rewarded. And you were a very good girl just now.” She inhales sharply. “Fuck. You have such a pretty pussy.”
And then her mouth is on my center, and I shout a string of curses.
Her tongue is skilled and firm as she licks and sucks, and I’m coming again within seconds.
But she doesn’t stop. She curls her arms around my legs, locking me in place.
My arms thrash against my restraints, and I writhe under her.
My stomach tightens, and she rips a third orgasm from me.
She masterfully guides me through my aftershocks before climbing up beside me.
She unties my restraints and massages my wrists.
I’m panting, and my limbs are heavy. Her touch is so soothing, I sigh, and my eyelids flutter shut.
She kisses the inside of one wrist and then the other before pulling me into her arms, and I snuggle into her chest. She wraps her arms protectively around me.
I enjoy the intoxicating scent of her lavender body wash.
“That was,” I say as I start to catch my breath. “Fuck. That was …”
“That was fucking hot,” Harlow agrees and kisses the top of my head.