Page 66 of Risky Play

“I am. I’m your good girl.”

“Good girls don’t forget their panties.”

The protest died on my lips when he pumped two thick fingers inside my pussy and stroked. Oh God, he was so good at that. His fingers were like magic, and I wanted more and more.

I tried to undo the button-down he wore underneath his sweater, but he slapped my hands away. Instead, he held them down on my bed with his free hand while he continued to stroke me toward an orgasm.

“Matt,” I whined, but I arched my hips up to meet the movements of his fingers. His long digits slid in and out, the wet, slick sounds echoing in the room.

“Come for me,” he purred.

I felt the pressure building up inside. I was burning up, and I needed that release. I’d been fingered a lot in my quest to get someone to take my virginity, but Matt seemed to have memorized the song of my body. He knew what strokes to press until I moaned his name and rocked against his hand.

“Good girl. Now strip for me,” he ordered after taking his fingers out. I moaned as I watched him put them in his mouth and taste me. So hot.

I got off the bed and slid the slinky black dress off. I let the material fall to the floor and then took off my bra. Matt undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off, all the while staring at my naked form.

He shed his jeans, shoving his boxers down his legs in a swift motion. I reached out to stroke his cock, smirking at him being hard and ready for me. I slid down onto my knees before he could stop me. I licked him from root to tip and slid my lips down his cock. The sound of his groan and the pull on my scalp told me he liked it. I stroked with my hand, sliding him in and out, loving the sounds that came out of his mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he fisted my hair.

I moaned around his cock, taking him further down my throat.

“Maddie,” he whispered.

I looked up at him and pulled off for a second. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Get that sweet ass in the bed. I’m only coming in your pussy tonight.”

I gulped at the commanding tone of his voice, but I loved it. I got into the bed, and before I knew it, he was on me again, boxing my head in between his arms as we kissed. He ground his hips against me, tormenting me with the feeling of his hardened cock against my thigh.

He put my hands above my head, pressing me down on the mattress, and took my mouth again. I moaned into it and struggled against his grasp. That was the fun of it, struggling and knowing I couldn’t get out. My body buzzed with the prospect that he was going to put handcuffs on me to keep me in line. I loved that he did so much research and sat me down to talk about limits. I never thought he’d be game for what I desired.

I whined when he pulled away, but excitement spread through me when he held the cuffs up for me to see. “Okay?”

I gave him a silent nod and raised my hands above my head, palms up. He undid the velcro of one cuff, slid it around one of my wrists, and then repeated the action with the other one. There was a chain that linked the cuffs, binding my hands close together. We could unhook the chain and add the straps if I wanted him to tie me to the bed, but I wanted to try this first. He was right that we should warm up to it before testing out my limits further.

He got out of bed and reached down into my storage drawer for the condoms. He took one out, opened the package quickly, and put it on. He hopped back into bed, kneeing my legs apart.

I lifted my hips up, desperate to get him inside me, and struggled against the cuffs. Instead of giving me what I wanted, Matt kissed his way down my body. He made a tortuous path of kisses from down my jaw to the side of my neck until he pulled one of my breasts into his mouth. I moaned and arched up, using my strong core muscles to get what I wanted, but he pressed me back down against the bed and continued his descent down my body.

“Matt, please,” I moaned.

He gave me a naughty grin from between my legs, and then he parted me with his tongue. The sensation of being pleasured when I couldn’t touch him sent a thrill through me. I wasn’t sure I would like this, but I loved being in his control, letting him set the rules, as I lay helpless beneath him. My orgasm ripped through my body, and before I could recover, he lifted and found my entrance, sliding all the way inside.

I clenched my hands into fists as the pleasure coursed through me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him take all of me. He drove deeper, finding that perfect spot that sent sparks down my spine.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear. “That’s my good girl. Come for me.”

“Mmm,” I moaned in agreement. I would have done anything he asked at this point.

He slid inside me faster and faster, taking me deeper and rougher as my vision blurred, and I came in a fury of screams. He silenced me with his mouth, but I felt his own release pulse inside me seconds later.

I opened my eyes and found him staring back at me. They were soft and concerned while he cupped my face. “Okay, sweet pea?”

“So good…” I slurred, slumping my head back against my pillow.

“Yeah?” he asked. He pulled out of me and threw the used condom in the trash can underneath my bed.