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press his
head to her pussy and force him to relieve her ache, but she
remained all tied up.
    When the ice had melted away, leaving trails
and drips of cool water over her skin, he stopped and raised
himself up to his knees, his hands lying on her thighs.
    “I think that’s enough for now.” His hoarse
voice revealed his own discomfort at not finding relief. “You’ve
been a very naughty girl and haven’t answered my questions.” He
moved to his side of the bed and reached over her, accidentally on
purpose rubbing her lower belly and mons with his cock while he
turned the switch that cut off all the lights in the room. He then
lay beside her, as unmoving as she.
    He was crazy, mad with power and control to
leave her like this! Her whole body quivered with abandoned
longing.
    “If you want it, come and get it,” he
whispered in the dark.
    How was she supposed to go and get it with
her arms tied to the bed? If she did manage to get free, she
supposed she should make a run for it, but truly, she had
given up all real thought of escape long ago. Her eyes had become
adjusted to the faint light coming through the sheers between the
opened drapes on the windows. She looked at him and once more
appreciated his lean, hard physique and his cock, standing tall and
rigid, just waiting for a pussy to mount it. He obviously expected
her to free her arms because he was as ready for it as she was.
    Pulling on the ties didn’t help, but she
tugged again to make sure. Nope, they seemed to become more secure
the harder she pulled. Maybe…
    Instead of pulling, she lifted one arm toward
the headboard and wiggled her hand and wrist. Ah, that was better.
The scarf seemed a little looser around her wrist. She raised her
arm farther and jiggled it until she was able to slip her hand out
of the loop. She quickly freed her other hand and went and got
it.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Endgame
     
    J ule scrambled
across the bed to Stone, and he reached out for her. Her limbs felt
like jelly, and she was grateful for his help as she straddled him.
She placed one knee at each side of his waist, but didn’t yet slide
onto his long, thick cock. She wanted to savor fucking him, and she
was much too close to the edge for their fucking to last very
long.
    She bent at the waist and ran her tongue over
his chest, teasing his nipples with licks and nips. She sucked one
gently, while pinching the other, then switched. He made soft
noises of enjoyment while she touched and licked and sucked
different parts of his body.
     
    Tracing the contours of his muscles, she
traveled from his nipples to his ribs and back again. She left wet
kisses along his collarbones, up the curve of his neck, and just
below his ears. He turned his head and caught her mouth with his,
their tongues dancing feverishly with one another.
    One of his hands slid into her hair, and he
placed the other at the small of her back, pushing her onto his
cockhead. She resisted the urge to ride him. He broke the kiss and
looked deeply into her eyes in the dim light.
    “You haven’t told me I could move my pussy,”
she whispered.
    “Move it, babe, move it now,” he grunted.
    Trembling with anticipation, she went down
slowly, enjoying every inch of his cock filling her up until her
clit rested against him. She flexed her pelvis, enjoying the lush
and luscious feel of him deep inside her.
    He rested his hands on her hips and helped
her find the movement. His hips rolled with her, the force of his
hands bringing her down hard on him. His cock slid in and out as
she rocked against him. She braced her hands on his arms and closed
her eyes, tossing her head back and abandoning all thoughts. She
concentrated on nothing but his cock and the building of her
ecstasy.
    She rode him hard but steady, her clit
slamming against him each time he drove into her. She was lost in
the wonder of how a man could make her feel. The slow, even rhythm
kept her on the edge, the consistent thrum