“That is for teasing me,” he said sharply.

“Clay,” she cried.

“What do you want, gorgeous? Tell me what you want.”

“I want more.”

“No, you want to be fucked. I can see it as I stare at this beautiful sight,” he said, returning his hand between her legs, and cupping her. “You’re making my whole hand wet.”

“Because I want you,” she said, and he could hear the need in her voice, turning into a ragged kind of desperation.

“I would be a cruel bastard to deny your pussy right now,” he said, then plunged a finger inside her, and instantly, she screamed.

He thrust his finger in and out, bringing his other hand around to squeeze one of her breasts. He was bent over her, fucking her hard with a finger, and kneading her breasts, all while she could do nothing but rock into his hand.

She tightened around his finger.

“You needed more you said?” He asked.

“God, yes.”

He thrust two fingers inside her, and felt her clench against him, her pussy drenching him with her arousal. “Now fuck my hand, Julia. Fuck my hand like you fuck your own fingers when you masturbate.”

“You think I masturbate to you?”

“I know you do, gorgeous. I know you do. Now show me how or I’ll stop,” he said, pausing inside her, giving her the chance to feel what it was like to want to be fucked badly. Within seconds, she rocked into his fingers.

“That’s how,” she said, her breathing rushed, as she pumped herself onto his hand, thrusting up and down on his two fingers. “That’s how I fucked my own fingers when I got off to you this week.”

“I like it when you tell me the truth. Because when you do, I can reward you the way I like. Now, you keep riding my hand, and I want to feel you come all over me,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her wet and throbbing clit as she rode him, and soon he felt her tighten all over his fingers.

She pushed back hard, then screamed his name, her entire body writhing against his hand. Her noises echoed around his house, and soon, but not too soon, she slowed down. It was then that he nibbled on her bottom, and the next sound from Julia was one of surprise.

She gasped.

She was in another world right now, blissed out beyond any and all recognition. Barely aware anymore of what he was doing to her. Drugged out on his touch, her whole body felt boneless and beautiful at the same time. And he wasn’t done with her. Not in the least. His hands were sliding all along her back, so firm and strong as he mapped her with his fingers, all while kissing the outline of her rear.

Her ass was in the air, and it was his for the playing. She had no clue how far he planned to go, or if she’d let him. Probably not that far, but she couldn’t deny the way her insides melted as he ran his tongue along her ass, tracing the cheeks, then dipping down between her legs, darting against her molten center.

She could barely form words now. Could hardly talk after that orgasm. All she could manage was his name. “Clay.”

“I got this,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know,” she murmured, sounding and feeling thoroughly intoxicated.

He returned to his kissing, this time beginning at the back of her knees, so he could lick his way up her thighs. “Oh god,” she whimpered because his tongue was magic. He returned to her backside, flicking his tongue across her flesh, and then he kissed her between her legs. She wasn’t sure if her pussy could handle it right now, being worked over by his epic mouth, but she was willing to see. But then, maybe that’s not where he was headed.

Because…oh…

Was his tongue there? Was it supposed to feel that good? Her body answered for her, and she rocked back into him. A long needy moan escaped her throat as he flicked his tongue against her ass, spreading her cheeks wider with his thumbs. She felt so vulnerable, so open to him right now, and though some part of her was tempted to toss out a snarky comment, she was without words as he licked her, surprising her with how very much she enjoyed where his tongue was. Only him, only this man could get away with doing that. Tenderly, he pressed his thumbs against her cheeks, rubbing a finger along her pussy gently, such a contrast to the hard fucking he’d given her, all while licking her ass.

Sensations flooded her veins, pleasure pulsing through her body as he touched her in new ways, showing her what a masterful lover he was and how much he delighted in pleasing her. Because he did please. Oh, did he ever, as hot flames spread inside her, lighting up her skin, as he worked his tongue against her rear with quick, hard flicks.

Soon, she felt her belly tighten, her sex clench, and she called out his name as another orgasm roared through her, chasing waves of pleasure all the way to her fingertips. Her vision blurred as she squeezed her eyes shut, giving in to the sensations, to the way he simply took her, and led her down this path of absolute and pure pleasure. She sank down onto her elbows, her back bowing. She was damn near about to collapse, but she knew she wanted more of him.

“Keep that ass up in the air, gorgeous,” he said, and she heard him tearing open a condom wrapper and rolling one on. He smoothed his hands along the backs of her thighs, causing her to quiver, as he lifted her ass higher, giving him the access he wanted to her pussy.

In one quick move, he was inside her, his hard length filling her so completely that she was sure this was the definition of intensity. She moaned and rasped out his name. “Clay. It feels so good to have you inside me.”

“There’s no place else I want to be right now,” he said, wrapping his hands around her hips, holding her tight. “Look at you,” he said, as he thrust into her, his cock stretching her so exquisitely that it almost felt unfair to feel this good. “On your hands and knees, all tied up on my bed. Your perfect fucking body here for me to take.”

“You can take me anyway you want,” she said, her voice more hot and bothered than it had ever been.

“I want to take you in every way possible,” he said, driving deeper into her, his cock scraping across her swollen clit with each delirious thrust. “Watch you writhe in pleasure. Knowing I did that to you.”

She wriggled against him, showing him how she moved for him. “Like this? You like when you make me writhe like this?”

“Yeah, it makes me harder,” he said, his voice turning hoarse as he started to pump faster.

She could barely move with her hands tied to the headboard, but she didn’t need to, because he was making sure she was in heaven again. Taking her, sliding into her, gripping her hips the whole time. She rocked back into him, picking up the rhythm too, and soon they were in an achingly sinful synch.

“You’re going to come again,” he said roughly, bending over her back, his chest touching her, as he braced himself with his hands on the bed now. He covered her completely, and there was little she could do, but little she needed to do because this was all instinct, all natural, all intense pleasure that tore through her body. He gripped her tied-up wrists, holding them tight as he thrust deeper into her, taking her like he owned her.

Tonight he did. And though she hating being owned, in this moment, she relished it. She savored it, thrilling at the feel of this strong man controlling every ounce of her pleasure and every square inch of her body. She was barely aware of how loud she was, of the sounds that escaped her lips, the animal-like cries as he filled her to the hilt.

But soon, she was heading for the cliff and he was riding her there, charging headfirst into another climax. “Bite down on the pillow when I make you come again,” he said.

She muffled her screams as she raced to the other side, shattering into pure white-hot bliss.