Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) by Nikki Sloane Read Free Book Online Page A

sounded smug. “What do you want?”
    I was allowed to answer because he’d asked, so I tried to be sure not to waste my words. “I want your mouth between my legs again.”
    “Where?” The sin in his voice was addicting.
    I wasn’t huge into dirty talk, but since everything was getting thrown out, I let this go too. “My pussy.”
    “Yeah? I believe this is mine tonight.” He buried a finger deep inside me, causing my back to arch off of the leather. He revived the stalled orgasm in two slow, wicked thrusts, and just as I reached the precipice, the hand was gone.
    A frustrated whine tore from my lips.
    There was the sound of clothes rustling and a zipper being undone.
    “Condoms are in the top drawer beneath her,” Tara said. I’d already forgotten she was there, watching, and her voice was uneven and rushed. Was she turned on watching us?
    The table barely moved when he opened the drawer and then shut it a moment later, a noise of foil tearing. I had mixed emotions about it. I craved what he was going to do, but I desired his mouth even more.
    Wet, velvety bliss licked at me. His mouth was aggressive, sucking at the bundle of nerves, making me gasp. I climbed again, inching closer and closer, and he forced my body to writhe with need. While his mouth was busy, it sounded like he was fiddling with the condom, rolling it on.
    His tongue ran over me again. As he pulled back, the faint stubble along his jawline brushed over the skin on the inside of my thigh.
    “I’m going to fuck you now.” From his words I could tell he was standing again.
    I moaned, a desperate cry of eagerness.
    Hands slid under my legs and yanked my body down so my ass was just at the edge of the table and my bound wrists were above my head. Every muscle in my body went tense when the head of his dick touched my entrance. The length of him slid once through my folds, either teasing me or making me aware that he was long. He lined up where he needed to be and pressed inside, just a tiny bit. I let loose a whimper. He was thick.
    “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said, inching in. The words made my walls clamp down on him, an involuntary reaction that only made it harder for him to get inside. “And you’re so tight.” He withdrew and then pressed in again, further this time. I sighed. It was uncomfortable with his size, but the pleasure of the fullness overruled it.
    “Do you want more?”
    “Yes,” I said, breathless.
    He pushed deeper, forcing his way. Even though I was wet, he was so hard and big, and it had been a long time for me. But the orgasm he’d held at bay reared its head and I was about to explode. He continued his descent into me, filling my mind with nothing but the sensation of his presence.
    He buried himself as far as he could go, until he was completely inside, and ground his hips against me. “Now come for me.”
    He’d known all along how close I was. And when he demanded it, holy shit, I gave it to him. I came hard in one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, bucking on the table, crying out a sob of pleasure. My body seized and convulsed, fighting against the straps. I’d wanted to reach out and grab something but there was nothing within range.
    He didn’t move as I came on him and milked him with my body. I heard his rapid breathing followed by a deliberate long, slow breath as if he had to even himself out.
    “I could watch that again,” he said. His smooth skin was on mine, warm, our bare chests pressed together. I could feel the crisp fabric of his button-up shirt on my sides, like he’d undone his shirt but not removed it. Lips skimmed my pulse on my neck. “Would you like me to make you come again?”
    “Yes,” I said, still shuddering with aftershocks of my orgasm. He started to move deep inside. With me, sometimes a second, smaller orgasm piggybacks on the first, and I could feel the tendrils of this second one tugging me along, pulling me back up.
    “I have rules,” he said.