pressure. God, her body gripped him like a vise. A sweet, wet vise. He pumped upward. It felt so good to finally move and to have some sort of control over what happened to his body.
"Slow down, tiger." She stilled, not allowing him any room to thrust.
He let out a breath. She was going to be the death of him.
She began slow, circular movements with her hips, grinding her cunt into him. The pull of her pussy was heavenly. Tight, yet soft. He pumped slowly this time, hoping to please her. Hoping she'd keep going and not leave him frustrated.
"That's it. Slow, slow, slow. I want to feel everything. Mmm." She rested her hands on the bar and rotated faster. His cock drove deep inside her.
God, he wanted to grab her around the waist and flip her underneath him. Drive into her like a piston. Lose himself in her body. He struggled again at the ties. "Please let me touch you."
She smiled and rolled her body forward. She continued to move up and down, but now her face was over his, her hair hanging down, her tits inches from his chest. He thought she would kiss him then. She lowered her mouth to his. He moistened his lips. At the last minute she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Why don't I touch you ?" She rubbed her tits across his chest, the hard points of her nipples exciting him more. She followed that with a line of soft kisses down his neck, all the while gyrating her hips and continuing the slide of his dick inside her.
He needed everything to be harder and faster. "I'm begging you, Marissa , I can't do much more of this." He pulled hard at his restraints. Miraculously, his right arm came free. He wasted no time wrapping it around her waist to force her to move more rapidly.
The game must've been over at that point, because she didn't even seem to notice he'd touched her. She pressed back against him, driving his cock deeper inside. Her tight walls clamped down, and he grunted at the perfect pleasure of it.
Yes, yes, yes .
Above him, her tits swung in his face. He curved his hand around one sweet breast. Incredible. Soft flesh with a puckered nipple. He stroked his thumb across it. Marissa cried out and arched her back. He did that to her. He made her cry in desire. No one else.
He lifted his hips off the bar to delve deeper into her cunt. His fingers clamped down on her tit, squeezing it.
Marissa screamed her release, long and loud. He followed seconds later. An enormous burst from his balls to his penis. Release. Beautiful, wonderful sexual release. He groaned at the intense pleasure.
She fell on top of him, breathing hard. Her hair covered her face. He swept away the dark strands and touched his fingers to her lips. He wanted to feel that soft mouth against his. A final sign he'd conquered her in some way. When he turned his head to seek out her mouth, though, she pulled away.
"I have to get dressed. You can untie yourself."
He crinkled his brow. “What?” It was over. Just like that?
She'd jumped to the floor and slipped back into her dress. "How do I get out of here?"
He untied his other hand. "You should be able to get out the back." He was in shock. So he was like all the other men. He thought back to earlier in the evening. She'd never had a chance to slip him any drug. She didn't try to knock him out. So how was it that all her other lovers in the past didn’t seem to remember her? Marissa was not a woman who'd be easy to forget.
"Thanks." She disappeared from view, heading toward the storage room and the back exit.
"Wait!" He worked at the ties on his ankles. By the time he was free, she was long gone.
Chapter Six
Marissa ran out the back door of the pub. Holy shit. What did she just do?
Justin wasn't one of her entranced bed partners. He was fully aware and completely capable of remembering every last dirty detail of their encounter.
Carrying her shoes, she jogged barefoot across the parking lot to her car. He'd touched her. He'd almost kissed her. That wasn't how it was supposed to happen.