Page 34 of Pucking Tangled

THIRTY-THREE

Mia

“Do you own a ball gag?” Mia asked with a smirk.

Waylon propped his head up on his hand and glared at her in amusement. “ That’s what you want to know? You let me choke you, you licked my cum clean from your fingers, and now you want to know if I have a ball gag? Go big or go home, I guess.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The hand necklace was quite the surprise. The orgasm that followed? Beyond intense.

And feeling his hot cum squirting all over her skin? Sexy as fuck.

Mia laughed. “It’s your own fault. I’m delirious from all the sex. Besides, you brought it up weeks ago.”

“Uhm. No. That was you , Minx. You threatened to stuff a ball gag in my mouth.”

She tapped a finger on her chin. “Hmm. I guess I did. Didn’t I?”

He chuckled. “ Yeah. You did.”

“That still doesn’t answer the question,” she challenged.

“No,” Waylon shook his head. “I don’t own a ball gag. But I’ll buy one now if you’re into it.”

“Undecided,” she declared.

Mia was realizing he was so much more than meets the eye. The tattoos. His rough exterior. The patience and talent of an artist.

“You’re an enigma. You know that?”

“How so?”

“Because one minute you’re threatening to spank me for wearing shorts that you’ve deemed too short or tormenting me with your crass attitude.

The next, you’re taking me on a sweet, innocent date and taking the time to get to know the real me.

Then, just when I think I’ve finally got a handle on who you are, you show me your secret art studio and whisper sweet things like how you’ve always seen me. ”

“Well, those shorts should be illegal, Mia,” he growled and smacked her ass. “And I bet every single one of the guys would agree.”

“Oh!” she gasped, not expecting the jolt of electricity that shot through her with his playful slap.

Waylon raised a brow. “Hm. You liked that, didn’t you?”

He was deflecting. She knew it and could even respect it. Because she understood that all too well. So she’d let him get away with changing this subject—this time.

She bit her lip and nodded.

“All right, then. On your hands and knees, Mia. Put your pretty ass in the air for me,” he ordered, rolling her over.

She did as he asked.

“Goddamn. You look so perfect like this.” He ran a finger through her slit. “Ass in the air, pussy on full display for me.”

Thwack. His hand came down on her, and she jolted forward, her pussy clenching.

He smacked her again.

“Fuck me,” she hissed under her breath.

“Planned on it,” he growled. “I swear to God, Mia, you’ve been driving me crazy since the first time I met you.”

Without warning, he thrust his cock back into her.

She tried to recall their first meeting, but couldn’t focus on anything with him moving inside her again.

Waylon gathered her hair in his hands and tugged, forcing her to arch her back.

“First it was your smart ass mouth.”

Thwack.

“How you alway pretended like I annoyed you.”

Thwack.

“You do annoy me,” she countered breathlessly, not really meaning it but hoping he’d spank her again.

Thwack.

His hand landed on her other ass cheek and she yelped.

“Yesssss!” she panted.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. It’s like you want me to punish you.”

“I do.”

Waylon froze for a split second. “Say it again.”

“Only by you. You’re the only one I want to punish me.”

She didn’t know where those words came from, but in the moment, she meant it.

“Fuck, yes.” Waylon gripped her hips tightly as he slammed into her harder .

She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. “Fucking, hell. Waylon.”

“Is this what you need from me, Mia?” he panted. “You need me to be rough with you. Punish you? Fuck you so hard that you forget how much you hate me?” Waylon grunted between each word as he pounded her pussy.

“I…don’t…hate…you…”

“Damnit. Your pussy takes my cock so well, Mia.”

Thwack.

“And your ass looks so pretty with my hand prints on it.”

“Again,” she begged, looking over her shoulder at him.

Waylon smacked her other cheek.

“Goddamnit, Waylon.”

“I can feel how wet you are. You’re dripping down my balls.”

“You have such a dirty mouth.”

“Not as dirty as your cunt.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

Waylon pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. “As much as I love that view, I need to see your pretty face. Keep your eyes on me, Mia. Remember who’s owning your pussy right now.”

He surprised her again when he slapped between her legs.

“Jesus Christ.” Since when did she like a little pain with her pleasure?

Since it was Waylon fucking her.

“Look at me, Mia. I mean it,” he growled, stuffing his cock back inside of her.

This time, he pinned her hands over her head, fucking her into the mattress. She took everything he gave her. Moved with him. Matched him. Felt every stroke like a promise and a punishment all the same.

And when she came apart beneath him, it wasn’t with a cry or a scream. It was with a gasp. A shiver. A whispered, desperate, “Waylon…”

He followed right behind her, his breath ragged and arms shaking as he pressed his forehead to hers.

For a long time, they didn’t move.

Their hands stayed tangled, still pinned above her head. Their breaths remained synced.

And when she finally spoke, her voice was low. Honest.

“That felt like more than just sex.”

Waylon nodded. Kissed her gently.

“Because it is.”

Later, when they finally settled and the war that seemed to rage between them the second time around died down, Mia rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Thank you for seeing me. All of me,” she whispered.

“I always have, Blondie.”

“Does this mean I’m allowed in the garage anytime now?” she asked playfully.

Waylon lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “Invite only. But maybe one day, I’ll paint you. ”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Me too.” He kissed her palm again. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

“No. Not at all. Honestly, Waylon, I needed that. Needed you. Exactly as you are.”

“I needed you, too. Still do.”

At some point, they both stirred to go to the bathroom and Waylon was thoughtful enough to retrieve her textbook from the backyard without her asking .

“You’re welcome to stay and study here. Or if you need your space, I get that, too,” he offered, handing her the textbook with a tentative smile like he was unsure about her next move.

“Waylon Ryan, are you kicking me out?” She smirked.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “No, Mia. Just trying to look out for you. I know school’s important. I’m not going to mess with that.”

“Hm, I kinda liked you interrupting, though.” She reached up and kissed him.

“Noted.” He smiled against her lips.

Mia yawned and climbed back into his bed. “I think I might sleep right here tonight.”

He looked up at the ceiling. “Thank you, Jesus.”

Mia laughed. “Come here, pain in my ass.” She held up one side of the covers for him to join her.

“That’s cute, if you think we’re actually going to sleep.” He winked.