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him. Stupidest idea in history to not be able to use his hands. What the fuck was he smoking that he thought this was a good idea?
    Her smile grew and she wiggled on top of him. “Don’t tell me this is affecting a big, strong man like you.”
    “Why don’t you slide that pussy a little lower and see how it’s affecting me.”
    “Or I could go the other way.” One leg hiked up his body, the feel of leather and the quick welcome pain of the tip of her heel as it dug into his skin brushing over his senses before the main event blew every other event out of his mind.
    She settled that delicious, naked pussy over his mouth and he delved into it, coating his face with her taste. He was going to drain her, make her come over and over, and when she couldn’t take any more he was going to force her to come again.
    She gave a ragged breath and ground into him. Tank groaned in return, opening wider to encourage her to use him. He surrounded her clit with his lips and teased it with his tongue before sucking it hard, bringing a sharp gasp from her mouth. And when she started to tremble, when the smell of a fine sweat misted her skin, he brought his tongue down to her slit and started to tongue-fuck her, taking in her delicious taste and her erotic cries.
    She was chanting above him. “Tank… Tank . So good. You’re so good.”
    In reward for her praise he pushed harder, deeper, using his tongue to ruthlessly work every spot on her he knew to be sensitive, every spot that made her gasp and groan. Her breathing was hard and stuttering, and then she threw her head back and keened. Her muscles clenched and fluttered around him, and a warm rush of wetness coated his mouth, a rush he drank greedily. He kept working her through her orgasm, letting it go on and on until she was limp above him, barely able to pull away from his ministrations.
    Without her to focus on, Tank’s cock made its displeasure known that it wasn’t in that warm, wet tunnel his tongue had so recently visited. He pulled against the handcuffs again. “Jess, baby, let me up.”
    Jess was languid as she rose from the bed. “Why should I? I’m not sure I’m done with you.” She unbuttoned her shirt, every button undone slowly to torment him. When all the buttons were undone she didn’t take off the shirt, just let it fall open so he could see the full lacy bra, the lace so sheer he could make out the pink of her nipples against the creaminess of her breast. Her hand then went to the zipper in back of her skirt, and in short work the skirt was worked down her hips. She straightened up so the tuft of brown curls was visible, and his mouth started watering again.
    “Jess, let me up. You’ll feel so good if you do, and I might have to punish you if you don’t.”
    “I think you should leave the threats when you aren’t tied up, don’t you?” That fuck-sexy mouth twisted in a smirk, and she turned away from him to go back to the chair.
    Big mistake. And she realized it two seconds later when he picked her up from behind and dumped her on the bed face-down. A second later her own wrists were caged in cuffs behind her back and he turned her over to look up him.
    “How?” she asked, eyeing his bare wrists.
    “You really think I don’t know how to escape my own cuffs?” Tank took her in beneath him, a feast for his senses. “Now what am I going to do with you?”
    Her mouth was open, part shock, part arousal. He could put that mouth to good use, but these fucking boots were right here, and it would be a shame to waste the chance of playing with them.
    Tank placed her right ankle on his shoulder and pushed her left thigh wide, exposing her to his gaze. She was caught and open and at his mercy.
    She knew it too, with her wide eyes and panting breath. “What are you going to do?”
    Why answer with words when he could just take what he wanted? He was too close and he needed to get this first one out of the way. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to ride her