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She communicates with her body instead of her words, which is more than okay with me. I am too busy enjoying myself to form words—she tastes like honey…

Despite the fact that my rope is never going to break, she is persistent about trying to get her arms and hands free. Meanwhile, I know that if I keep it up any longer, she is going to achieve a significant climax (if she hadn’t already).

“Fuck me, Damon…” she says.

“Mmm,” I hum into her lap. “You don’t want to cum…?”

“I do—I want to cum all over that dick!” she says frantically. “Please, I want you so bad!”

She writhes beneath me, grinding her cunt into my face, keeping her legs around me as best she can.

“What are you waiting for?” she breathes. “Damon!”

I sit up, tongue and lips glistening with her juices, ready and excited.

“I was just about to…” she says. “Oh… how dare you.”

“You’ve never heard of delayed gratification?” I say playfully.

“It’s been delayed long enough!”

I stroke my cock, getting myself good and hard for her. Just seeing her writhe on the bed in pleasure, hands tied to my bed, is enough to strengthen my erection.

“Just fuck me already!” she begs.

I give in and fuck her just like she asks. I feel her tighten around me almost immediately, signaling to me that she doesn’t require much stimulation from my shaft to produce the results we’re going for.

“No way,” I laugh as I feel my dick getting wetter.

“Don’t stop… Make me cum again, baby…”

“As you wish,” I oblige.

I bury myself deeper, not leaving an inch of me out. She takes all of me, from my tip all the way to my base.

I run my hands up and down her body as I fuck her hard on my bed, rocking the mattress so hard that I’m sure it could break from our activity. I expect to burst at any moment—the lubrication from her prior climax is enough to make going in and out of her both easy and pleasurable.

Yet, before I can fill her pussy with my cum, she beats me to it again. Our sex is responsible for bringing her to orgasm once again, and she has yet to take my cream filling.

“Again?” I chuckle with pride. “Should I stop before we push our luck?”

“No… keep fucking me, baby,” she says, giggling like she’s being tickled. “Do you want me on top now…?”

Without words, I pull out so that I can flip her over. Her hands are still tied, bound and fastened to my bedpost; she moans and coos for me, even before she knows fully what’s coming for her.

I bend her over so that her ass is now up and her pussy is spread wide for me. It’s beautiful, sweet and pink.

This time, I slowly insert my dick into her, wondering if the change in speed would be enough to drive her wild yet again before I can empty my contents inside her warm and welcoming orifice.

I smack her ass each time I’m ready to increase the speed. Each time, she is more than responsive. If anything, she likes the spanking. She not only moans for me, but she backs her ass up into me, too.

“Bad girl…” I growl under my breath.

“You like when I back my ass up on you…?”

“More than you know,” I respond, leaning down to kiss her neck while I thrust deeper into her.

I give her a reprieve, untying the rope from the bedpost. She can move, but she is in no way free. I keep the rope held in my fist, like she’s an animal on a leash. It almost isn’t a metaphor—she is a raw, sexy beast.

I spank her fine ass with my hands, and sometimes I whip it swiftly with the tied end of my rope. Everything I’m doing is precisely what she needs.

She lets out a cry of pleasure so loud that it shakes the walls. We come hard together, marrying our fluids poetically.

I’m not sure how long we go on for, but we don’t stop with just a single tryst. We have sex well into the night, ringing in the weekend perfectly. Our positions vary, and I’m not sure what time it is when we finally do pass out in bed together, exhausted and spent. But it is possibly one of the greatest nights of lovemaking I’ve ever had in my life. Even after many hours of diligent drilling, it still doesn’t feel like enough…