Bound to Surrender (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Online Free PDF

moan, but she held herself still as the pressure mounted. His tongue slipped in rhythmic lines, tracing every fold, nearing but never touching the one spot that would give her release. Her thighs shook and the tremble spread outward until her legs were beyond her control.
    “Please...I can’t, I can’t...”
    Bryce inserted a finger in her pussy and raised his face.
    “You will,” he insisted.
    He grabbed her nipple between his teeth. Christina whimpered as his breath slithered across the lower curve of her breast. With the precision of an expert, he sucked and licked her protruding nub.
    He removed his finger from her slick heat and, with her juices still dripping, he traced her lips. Without thinking she licked, then bit his finger. The half-smile disappeared from his face.
    “I want to fuck you, Christina.”
    “Do it then, dammit!”
    Bryce’s smile returned. “I said no talking unless I ask a question. That’s your second infraction. Just for that, you’ll have to wait a little longer.”
    Jerk.
    He wedged his knees beneath her legs. Christina felt trussed. Her arms were tied above her, head pressed into the pillows, and legs inelegantly draped open across his thighs.
    “I’ll take whatever I want, whenever I want,” he murmured.
    Past the rise and fall of her chest, she saw him press his cock against her folds. Maddeningly, he paused with his eyes closed. Her skin enveloped his dick, but he was not yet where she needed him to be.
    Not yet inside.
    The seconds twisted and stretched—tight and painful as the shirt wrapped around her wrists. Silence thickened anticipation as every sense remained tuned and waiting for his command.
    “Arch.”
    She pushed her ass into the air.
    “Not high enough,” he said.
    She pressed up.
    “Higher,” he barked.
    Her neck strained and her eyes prickled with tears. She tried, but…
    “Holy crap, Bryce...I can’t!” Raw panic seeped into her voice. “I know I’m not supposed to speak but—”
    “Shh,” he soothed. With one hand, he grabbed her ass. “Shh, it’s all right, I’ve got you.”
    She relaxed and gave her body over to his guidance. With his free hand, he guided each of her legs to his shoulders.
    “Good girl,” he murmured.
    A sheen of sweat cooled her skin and she shivered with bliss.
    With his prick, he circled her opening until just the tip of his cock squeezed inside. Then, he eased, agonizingly gradual, into her wetness. His gaze fixed on his dick as it disappeared into her body. She was bent, swiveled and spread, yet all she could feel was the stretching of her hot sheath as she took the massive length of his erection.
    “I love the look of my cock in your pussy,” he panted.
    The walls of her vadge constricted. Damn, she loved his voice.
    “Move with me, pet.”
    She pressed her head into her pillow and pushed forward to meet each thrust, finally finding balance and pace. On top, he massaged her clit. Underneath, his grip held her steady, while he pressed a knuckle against the slippery lower part of her opening, just above her anus. The uncontrollable quiver returned. Her knees shook against his shoulders.
    His surrender? Hers? She didn’t give a fuck, she was about to come harder than she ever had in her life.
    She heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing. Only heat and fullness remained—desire and the messy, wet friction where their bodies joined. Bryce’s careful, conscious thrusts nudged Christina through the darkness. He pulsed inside of her: not just in and out, but up and down. She existed only in that place: she was sex and sex alone.
    “Come now , Christina!”
    The spiral of nerves tightened in her cunt until the threads of her separate existence frayed. Her limbs shuddered, slaying the last of her reserve as the tension in her pussy finally cracked, spreading out in every direction. She screamed through a dark, hollow tunnel.
    Aftershocks pulsed through her inner muscles. Dimly, she felt Bryce tremor.
    “Fuck,