Chapter 4: Climax
Musky desires and lust-drenched thoughts filled Laney's mind as she slithered out of her red latex dress. She watched Zach's eyes devour her generous curves and ample breasts. Her hips swayed seductively as she stepped closer, her painted red nails tracing the outline of his rippling abs.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispered, grasping his rock-hard cock through his pants. A devilish smile spread across her face as she admired the wet patch seeping through the fabric.
"I think you do," she added.
Zach's hands shot up to grip her wide hips, pulling their bodies together. Their lips met in a feverish kiss, tongues darting desperately in a dance as old as time. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, Laney eased him onto the tangled bedspread. Her ripe, bare body glided over his, their slick skin fueling the rising flames of their arousal.
Groaning, he pulled away from their kiss, suckling her nipples into his heated mouth in turn.
His stubble brushed harshly against her puckered skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Lustful eyes met hers.
"You're so goddamn sexy, Laney," Zach uttered huskily, pinning her hands above her head with one hand. "I need to taste you."
"Please, Zach," Laney begged, squirming beneath his restraint. Her heart pounded in her chest, thrumming in sultry cadence to their shared desire. Just the domineering way Zach took control ignited her deeper desires.
She felt her pussy grow wet and slick in anticipation. The electric connection between them was palpable, the shared electric heat of their twisted passion binding them together.
Zach thrust two fingers inside her, curling them forward. The heel of his hand ground against her swollen clit—flicking it, forcing a hissed gasp from her cherry-red lips.
His sensual mouth fell to her breasts again. His teeth tugged and released her erect nipples, as he continued to fuck her in earnest.
Every deliberate thrust forward massaged thatopic spot inside her, their wetness smacking together in a sensual rhythm. Laney moaned and writhed at his mercy, their lovemaking becoming more animalistic.
"Oh, god, Zach! Harder."
He obliged, his grip tightening on her wrists while plunging his fingers deeper inside her.
With his other hand, he reached for the bedside table, groping for the drawer handle. Laney's head fell back; the savage energy surging through her was impossible to contain.
A moan tore through her lips as she thrust her hips against Zach's vigorous, skilful fingers. Her skin burned, prickling goosebumps dancing all over her.
Zach, now equipped with a pair of leather cuffs, seized one of Laney's wrists and secured it. She eagerly held up the other for him, reveling in the submission. Her captor, her lover, the one who knew precisely how to build her up then tear it all apart.
He smiled wickedly as he fastened the remaining wrist, his eyes hungry with desire.
"What are you thinking, Zach?" Laney asked, her voice trembling with need.
His gaze bore into hers, full of the promise of what he'd do to her. "I'm thinking about how much I love watching you lose control, how beautiful you look surrendering to your pleasure."
Laney shuddered heard his words. There was something perversely arousing about her rugged, muscular husband being the one to control her body in these moments.