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HALLIE

Song- I Like You Best, Ella Red

W e stumble through the door, our lips locked, our hands roaming each other’s bodies.

“I won,” I pant against his mouth.

He picks me up by the hips and slams me into the wall. Just like he did that first night.

But this time, it’s for real.

“I know, darlin’. Trust me, I know.” He presses his hips against me, his hard cock pushing against my aching pussy.

That race over here, the adrenaline. With every shift of the gear, the tires screeching, watching the needle hit over one hundred.

Knowing he was just behind me, racing with me, really, not against me.

Electrifying.

Running my hands through his thick hair, I deepen the kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs.

“Fuck my face,” I correct him.

He pulls back, searching my face with a sinister grin.

“I’m going to fuck every hole of yours tonight. But this first round is all yours.” He steals one last kiss before stepping back.

He leaves me breathless.

He holds his hands up in the air, the room crackles around us.

“Tell me what you want to do to me. Boss me around, baby. I’m all yours.”

My heart pounds and my hands shake.

“All mine. Hmm.” I tap my lip.

“Follow me, beastie.” I hold out my hand to him, and he links his fingers through mine, and I lead him up the stairs.

Opening up my bedroom, I flick on the lights and stop by the bed.

“Welcome. This is where all the naughty things happen.”

Conan scans the room. The baby blue covered walls, the fluffy white pillows, and of course, the piles of laundry I’ve yet to put away.

“The cuffs better be fluffy,” he whispers.

“Maybe. But they aren’t pink.” I wink.

Everything is blue in this room because at the time that was my fixation of color.

I haven’t redecorated since Dad died.

“It’s cute. Just like you.”

My cheeks blush.

“Clothes off.” I point at him.

His eyebrow raises, but he doesn’t pause. He rips the top over his head and pushes his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them towards one of my laundry piles.

His dick stands to attention and I lick my lips, taking a step closer and wrapping my hand around his shaft.

Using my thumb, I wipe away the pre-cum, locking my eyes with his as I bring it up to my mouth and lick it clean.

“I want more,” I breathe out, starting to gently stroke his cock.

He grunts, closing his eyes.

“Hallie.”

“Hmm?” I say with mock innocence while cupping his cheek and turning his face to mine, capturing his lips.

I slowly kiss him as I jerk him off.

His hand lands on my ass and I shake my head.

“No touching, beastie. You be a good boy for me and just let me make you feel good.”

He groans.

“I-I don’t know if I can. Fuck. Hallie, I need you.”

I bite his bottom lip and circle the tip of his dick with my thumb.

“You lost. These are my rules. You break them, you leave.”

His eyes fly open, almost in horror.

“I’ll be good. I’m being good. I promise.” His voice is husky, making his accent thicker.

Fuck. I’m soaking for him.

But I want him desperate for me. This element of control, or power even, I’ve never experienced. But having this man at my mercy, ready to beg for more, makes me come alive.

“You think if I get on my knees and suck your dick, you’ll be able to stop yourself from grabbing my hair?” I ask, stepping back.

“Honestly? No.”

His fists clench, and I take another step back. This time removing the sweater over my head, leaving me completely naked for him.

He bites down on his hand, his gaze scanning my entire body.

“Absolutely no way. You’re gorgeous, baby. Like, I could come on the spot just looking at you.”

With an extra sway in my hips, I close the distance between us and push him back onto the bed.

“Hands up by the headboard,” I command.

He shuffles back and puts them between the metal, while I rummage for the blue fluffy handcuffs.

Working on the first wrist, I’m unsure if they’ll work.

“Might be a bit tight,” I tell him.

“I don’t fucking care if I bleed.”

I suck in a breath and try again with more force, finally securing the cuff.

I do the same with the second.

“You look so hot, beastie. Want to feel how wet I am?” I grin.

“Oh, wait. You can’t.” I spread my legs, sliding my finger along my pussy, retrieving some of my wetness.

“I bet your cunt is soaking for me, Hallie.”

Climbing onto the bed, I straddle him and push my fingers into his mouth while my pussy rests on his pulsing dick.

He sucks them clean and moans, jerking his hips up, making me squeal.

“Conan,” I warn.

He tips his head back.

“I can’t help it, baby. I need you. This teasing is going to make me lose my damn mind.”

Pressing my finger against his lips to silence him, I trail the other hand down towards his abs. He tenses under my touch.

“Where’s your phone?” I ask him.

“In my pocket.” He nods to his pants on the floor next to the bed.

As I climb off him, I scramble to the pile of clothes and retrieve the cell.

“Code?”

He rattles off the numbers and it unlocks, revealing a cute picture of him and his brothers. They all look similar, yet so different.

“You trying to see how many other women are texting me?” he teases.

I snap my eyes up to his and glare.

“No. I don’t care.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. I do care. More than I’d like to admit.

Getting back onto the bed, I lift my leg over his huge frame and start peppering kisses along his jaw, moving south down his body.

“You’re so fucking hot, beastie,” I mutter, before running my tongue along his chest, swirling it around his tattoos.

“Trust me, baby. You’re way fucking hotter.”

As I settle between his legs, I pull up the camera on his phone and turn it for a selfie. When I’m happy with the angle, I slowly swirl my tongue over the tip.

“You’re being such a good boy, Conan. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward. Don’t you?”

I snap a picture as I take him in my mouth.

“Yes, baby. I’ve been so good for you.”

With my mouth now fully on his cock, I keep my eyes locked on his as I take him as deep as I can go, randomly taking action shots as I do.

When my eyes start to water, I slowly suck back to the top, digging my nails into his thigh.

“You taking pictures for me, trouble?” he asks, almost breathlessly.

I change to running my tongue along the shaft.

“Mmhmm. Now you get to see how pretty I am with your dick in my mouth whenever you want.”

That pure, feral hunger returns in his eyes and he starts to pull on his restraints.

“You misbehave, and I delete them.”

He clenches his fist. I don’t know how much longer those handcuffs will last.

“And trust me, you’re going to want to save this collection.”

A whimper escapes him and that sends ripples through me. Holy shit. I’ve never been more turned on in my damn life.

“Fuck!” He roars out, bucking his hips, thrusting himself deep enough for me to gag.

I let him take back some control, using my mouth how he needs. My own juices start to soak down my thighs. As soon as he tenses up, I pull off him and sit on my heels, watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“Let. Me. Out. Hallie.” His husky voice tears through my resolve.

“Fuck it,” I hiss.

I clamber up his body, settling my needy pussy over his huge cock, lining it up, but I don’t sink down, not yet.

Holding the phone up, I find my favorite picture and show him.

He blows out a breath.

“My new fuckin’ wallpaper right there. Beautiful. Fuck. I’m about to come.”

The desperation is thick in his tone. I love that I can do this to him.

“Maybe I should send it to all those women in your contacts?” I tease, chewing on my lip.

His eyes darken, and I jolt back as he rips one of his restraints clean off and grabs my throat, bringing my face down to his.

His hot breath beats against my cheek.

“If that’s how you want to claim me, do it. I don’t give a shit. I’m not interested in anyone else. Only you, Hallie. And I’m going to stare at those pictures of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock the second I wake up and every free moment I have in a day. That’s what you do to me.”

All the breath is knocked from my lungs as he crashes his lips over mine.

“But if you get to claim me, then I’m sure as fuck marking you as mine.”

He pulls back and stares into my eyes, setting my body alight.

“I’ll claim you in other ways, beastie,” I breathe out, throwing his phone down beside me.

He casually yanks the other handcuff off, gripping my cheeks.

“I’m taking back charge now. Understood?”

He slides two fingers into my mouth, and I nod.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

Just as he’s about to kiss me, he pulls away and lifts me off him, tossing me on the bed as he gets off of it. Before I can even figure out what’s happening, he’s spinning me so my legs are dangling over the edge of the bed and I’m flipped onto my stomach.

“Spread them wider, let me see that gorgeous cunt I get to sink into.”

I push my legs apart and he tugs me towards him by the calves.

His rough hands grip my ass, and stars fill my vision when his hand slaps my cheek so fucking hard.

“You think you can edge me?” he hisses.

Smack.

“Fuck! Conan!” I cry out.

“Pretending you don’t enjoy a bit of pain? Pretending to be a good girl?”

He thrusts his fingers inside of me; my walls clench around him. I’m dripping all over his hand.

“Hmm. Feels like you fucking love being dominated.”

I dig my fingers into the blanket.

“Please, Conan,” I beg.

He chuckles, teasing my entrance with the thick head of his cock.

“Oh, such a beautiful noise. Beg louder.”

He pushes himself in just a touch.

“Please, Conan. Sir. Please. Fuck me. Rough. Fuck me like an animal. Make me scream your name. Make me come all over your dick. Please. Make me yours. Claim me.”