Saving Landon Part 52

I removed myself from her, gazing down upon her panting, restrained form, watching her rub her thighs together and practically snarl.

"Hush," I commanded, placing a finger against her lips. "Settle down...I'm about to give you what you want, but you'll need to be a good girl for me...can you do that?"

She nodded furiously.

"That's what I want to hear," I whispered, leaning back up again. Loudly, I unbuckled my pants, whipping off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. I even tossed my b.u.t.ton-up onto her bare body, just to emphasize what was coming.

But I had no intentions of making her c.u.m just yet, even with the entirety of me against her.

No, our game was going to go on...

36.

Angel My body was experiencing an absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights...

I had long given up on actually escaping my restraints by now. Trent, to my great surprise, had quickly but adeptly improvised bindings that kept my wrists pinned down to the arms of the patio chair.

Truth be told, I wasn't actually all that eager to get out of them...that was, up until the endless torture of his teasing.

Oh G.o.d, his f.u.c.king teasing.

It was driving me insane.

All I wanted to do was feeling his deep, animalistic penetration. I craved the touch of his huge c.o.c.k deep inside me, the thrusting of his magnificent girth to stretch me to my limits.

With the blindfold of my shredded shirt still blinding my sight, I had been drowned in blackness from the start. My senses were on maximum overload, puckering for his definitive pressure and the intensity of his loving attention.

That's why, when I finally felt the tip of his bulbous crown gently parting my lips down below, I felt an overwhelming need to be completely and utterly dominated by him.

But wait.

No.

No, don't you f.u.c.king do this to me.

Instead of pushing the crown deep into me, he was merely toying with me further. I could feel it push apart my lips, sliding along the nerve endings outside, but never thrusting inward.

G.o.ddammit.

He's STILL TEASING ME.

Furiously, I fought against the restraints again, but they were so tight. I couldn't get any leverage to even begin to free my wrists.

Instead, I had to lie there and accept my fate.

I mean, there are worse fates.

But this? This was absolute torture.

...Torture of the most satisfying kind.

"Are you ready for me?" He whispered, pausing his diabolical teasing for just a moment as I caught my breath.

Biting my lower lip flirtatiously but needfully, I nodded enthusiastically to him.

"Good," he murmured, but his tone...

Something was off.

Only then did I realize the mistake.

He wanted me to stay enthusiastic.

But would it change his behavior?

Would he finally fit himself inside me?

His satisfied groan as he resumed teasing the lining of my drenched, sopping p.u.s.s.y told me that no, it didn't change a G.o.dd.a.m.n thing.

UGH.

G.o.d.

d.a.m.n.

IT.

ALL.

TO.

h.e.l.l.

"If you don't f.u.c.k me now, I swear to all that is out there that I will make you absolutely regret this," I cursed him.

"You sound like you mean that," he chuckled.

"Look. Me. In. The. Eyes."

"I can't...got a little something in the way," he laughed c.o.c.kily as he continued teasing my body.

"Ohhhh...you are going to feel my wrath," I started giggling madly. "I am going to rip you to pieces when I'm free from these!"

For emphasis, I tugged violently at the bindings.

"I'm sure you are," he whispered, "but I need to believe that you'll never run off like that again. And the only way to be sure is to condition you...through a marathon of mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn't you say so?"

"Trent, I am never going to run again," I pleaded desperately. "Never. Ever."

"It's you and me," he told me.

"That's right. You and me."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

I didn't even realize what I was saying until after I'd spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.

Did he mean that?

Did he want me to stay forever?

I didn't have time to dwell on this, because suddenly, his c.o.c.k slammed hard into me.

My body was driven over the edge as he began furiously f.u.c.king me, his weight pushing down over me.

He was fiddling with something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.

With a slight, padded thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious c.o.c.k was penetrating me, over and over, again and again...

And I almost immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.

My brain practically whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.

Within an instant, I'd ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold from my eyes.

As I glared down at Trent, sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was almost fear.

"You look p.i.s.sed," he stammered out.

With a snarl, I descended, shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had just been lying.

"MY TURN," I furiously told him.

Grabbing his long c.o.c.k with my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.

"You've been in control all this time..."

I moaned hungrily, feeling the overwhelming power of his c.o.c.k slipping deep inside me. With a deep gasp, I struggled to keep my mind clear.

"...And now, I'm in control. Because you and I... We are partners now. Equals."

Trent's lip curled, but he didn't contest this.

I lowered myself down hard onto his c.o.c.k, and we both shuddered together with pleasure.

"And that means, from now on...we're on the same page, you and I..."

I thrust down again.

"No secrets..."

And again.

"No fears..."

And again.

"No running away."

Trent's fingertips dug deep into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don't think he remembered what it was like to relinquish even a tiny bit of control.

"You and me, Angel," he whispered seductively. "You and me against the f.u.c.king world."

"That's right," I murmured, leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into his, and he thrust up to meet my movements. "You and I are a team. And from this point on... I won't run, and you won't control. We'll be a force to be reckoned with."

"You're G.o.dd.a.m.n right," he smiled.

I leant down, sealing the promise with a kiss. It wasn't a hungry, l.u.s.tful kiss between us but that doesn't mean it was any less pa.s.sionate than any other kiss we'd ever had.

As we pulled away, we were in a different world together.

We were unified.

We were one.

We were together, in body and mind.

"Are you ready for this?" I whispered.

"Show me what you've got," he grinned c.o.c.kily.

I rolled my hips down against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the instant.

"For the rest of tonight, I'm calling the shots," I told him. "And you're going to be okay with that."

"I already am."

"Good," I cooed, rocking against his body.

And for the rest of the night, we didn't f.u.c.k. We weren't at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers, sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.