Chapter 50 – Mindy
CHAPTER FIFTY
Gray ties and hazmat teams
Mindy
The room is dim other than the warm glow of a lamp beside the bed. Remi is sitting astride me, working his big erection in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Suck me deep like a good girl.
” His eyelids are heavy and lusty as he looks down at me, gripping the top of my hair so he can use me for his pleasure.
And I want to give it more than anything.
He’s brought me to three damn orgasms so far with his mouth, and I want to blow his ever-loving mind.
I swirl my tongue along the bottom of his thick shaft, and his eyes close in ecstasy. “That feels so good. You have the sexiest little mouth.”
Remi props his free hand on the wall and uses it as leverage to really let me have it, pumping his straining cock in and out of my mouth like a piston. I can barely keep up. His dirty talk turns into primal grunts as his climax grows closer.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he grits out, his six-pack abs flexing with each erotic movement. He looks fierce as hell staring down at me like I’m his favorite little plaything.
I do the tongue swirl thing he likes so much again and cinch my lips around his girth, giving him a nice, tight hole to fuck.
Remi seemingly loses the ability to speak, instead giving me a warning nod with his mouth gaped open to let me know he’s about to explode in my mouth. “Aghhhh,” he finally cries out as I taste the first salty spurt on my tongue. “God, woman.”
He continues to saw his hips back and forth until the tautness of his body finally eases into a satisfied looseness. His hand releases my hair and slides down to my throat as he slides his still half-hard cock out of my mouth.
“Swallow down everything I gave you, baby,” he demands between heaving breaths. When I work my throat to do so, a sexy little smile pops up one side of his lips.
“Damn, my boyfriend is so fucking hot,” I rasp because seriously, the man just fucked my throat like it was his day job and looked like a god while doing it.
Remi leans down and kisses my lips so tenderly it almost brings tears to my eyes. “And my girlfriend is utter perfection.”
We kiss for a long while, sharing our combined releases on our tongues until I feel him harden once again against my stomach. Looking down, I ask, “Jesus, what do you feed that thing?”
“Your pussy,” he replies, stroking a hand up one of my bound arms. “Are you comfortable, or do I need to untie you?”
I tug at the binding, the gray necktie he wore tonight, and find that I’m not uncomfortable. “No, it’s fine.”
“And what’s your safe word?”
“Rick Astley,” I reply dutifully.
Remi grins and shakes his head. “That is the worst safe word in the history of fucking.”
“You told me to choose earlier, and that’s what I chose,” I say indignantly.
He slides to the side of me and maneuvers me until I’m on my side, facing away from him. “Still okay, baby?”
“All good,” I assure him.
He kisses the back of my neck. My hair is still up, but I can only imagine what a mess it is after all the thrashing around I did while he was feasting on me earlier. Not to mention his eager hand tugging my locks while I was sucking him off.
“I’m going to be rough with you,” he whispers.
“Yes please,” I practically beg because he’s slipped his erection between my legs, the crown rubbing directly on my clit.
“Mmm, is someone needy?”
“By the feel of your hard cock, I would say you are,” I retort, and he chuckles.
“Well, by the way you’re dripping all over my hard cock, I don’t think you have much room to criticize.” He rocks his hips, and the friction between us has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“No criticism. Just fuck me already.”
The tip of his dick finds my opening like a heat-seeking missile, and a second later, he slams home, yanking a scream from my lips.
“That what you need, Mindy?” he growls, scraping his teeth along the sensitive side of my neck as he pulls back and thrusts hard once again.
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
Remi lifts my leg and pulls it back over his thigh, and the next stroke is even deeper. “Fuck, you are tight. Slickest little cunt in the entire world.”
His hand rides up my stomach and cups my breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb as he sets a punishing pace between my legs. He pounds into me with the force of a jackhammer, his firm balls slapping my clit with every hit.
Remi’s hand moves from my breast, roaming all over my body.
Down my leg and back up. Bumping over each rib.
Gliding up the inside of one arm. Despite his fierce fucking, his touch is tender, almost reverent, and completely erotic.
This man knows my body better than anyone ever has, and yet, it feels like he’s learning me through his fingertips, like my skin holds all the secrets of the universe and he’s starving for that knowledge.
Finally, his hand settles between my spread thighs, finding my clit immediately. “Have you ever squirted before, baby?”
Just those words cause something to condense in my core, an ache I can’t describe with mere words. “No. I don’t know… how to do that.”
“I’ll teach you,” he whispers, shifting his hips slightly and hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision blurry. Then his fingers begin moving around and around my clit. “Clench down hard on me.”
“I… I’ll try.” I attempt to squeeze my… vagina? How does one even do that?
Remi’s hand leaves my clit and rests just above my pubic bone. “From here, baby. Push from right here.”
I try again, engaging muscles I don’t even know the name of, but it makes us both groan. “That’s my good girl,” he says, returning his fingers to the swollen spot between my legs. “Hold that for me.”
Clenching with all my might, I feel something heavy and hard grow inside me… well, something besides the incredibly large penis that’s currently tunneling in and out of me. Remi fucks me and rubs me and whispers praise in my ear while the feeling builds and builds until…
“Remi, it’s… I don’t know what I’m feeling. It’s so intense.”
“I know, baby,” he croons. “Hold it a couple more seconds. You’ve got this.” Three more thrusts of his thick erection, and it happens.
My world detonates in the best possible way. I hear gurgling cries—which I think are coming from me—and grunted curses as pleasure spikes through me.
Tiny sparks flash before my eyes, expanding until they congeal into a brilliant burst of light. My fingers curl around the tie, and my toes go numb as shudders course through my body.
The most unimaginable sense of satisfaction takes over as I feel Remi untie my hands. I blink slowly as my vision returns, and I realize I’m on my back, looking up at the beautiful man hovering over me with a sweet smile on his face.
“Why am I all wet?” I croak out around the soreness in my throat as I become aware that my lower body feels like I just got out of a warm pool.
“Because you’re a good girl who does what she’s told,” he says, looking way too pleased with himself.
I can’t help my hoarse giggle. “Well, now you’ve done it. You’ll never be able to get rid of me now.”
Remi’s fingertips trace the shape of my face, his expression turning serious. “I’ll never want to.” He kisses me then. Not a demanding, hungry kiss, but one filled with love. Pulling out of it, he says, “For the record, you blew my mind too.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you.”
He chuckles, rising from the bed, and I’m utterly pleased that it takes him a second to get his legs to fully function. And then he scoops me up into his strong arms. He’s all wet too, and I look down at the bed. I’m horrified. It looks like someone hosed down the sheets.
“Oh my god, Remi. Housekeeping is going to hate us.”
He carries me toward the master bathroom. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll leave them a thousand dollar tip.” Looking back at the mess we made, he winces a little. “Actually, make that ten grand. They’ll probably have to bring in a hazmat team.”
While waiting for the shower to heat up, he uses the phone in the bathroom. “Yes, this is Remington Hale. I’d like a fruit platter delivered within the hour. They can leave it in the kitchen.” He pauses, looking at me with an amused grin. “And no strawberries, please.”
I cover my mouth to hold in my laugh. Poor Remi will probably never be able to eat strawberries again after what happened in his mother’s room last night.
The first light of dawn peeks in when we finally fall into a deep sleep.
Throughout the night, we’d showered, eaten, switched to the other bedroom since we desecrated the master bed, made love several more times, talked for an hour, and finally finished up with a final round of sweet sex that left us both exhausted and wholly sated.
And as dreamland comes for me, I smile into the darkness in the arms of the only man I will ever love.