Handcuffs

The cold metal held his wrists firmly, and Max tugged at them uselessly.

“Selena… What—?”

“I said I’m in charge, Max. No touching unless I say so. Leave the touching to me,” Selena purred. The combination of the cold metal restraining him and Selena’s hot body slowly gyrating against him sent dizzying mixed signals to his brain.

Selena’s lips nipped at his jaw, trailing tentative butterfly kisses down his neck, over Max’s racing pulse, and as she reached his chest, her kisses turned to gentle bites.

She licked at his nipple, using her teeth to gently graze over it before moving to the other side. Each nibble sent lightning bolts of pleasure down to his groin, and once again, Max pulled at his restraints.

The need to touch Selena was boiling; the desire to sink into her was at its peak, and she’d barely done anything to him.

Max’s breath was loud as Selena teased and nibbled his nipples. She used the flat of her tongue to drag over them slowly before moving down his abdomen and settling herself between his thighs.

Max’s cock was standing at full mast as he gazed over to Selena, who was biting her lip, breathing heavily, and taking in the view of him.

After an extended pause, Max tilted his head. “What…what are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just appreciating the view.” Selena smiled cheekily before leaning forward and licking him from base to tip. Her eye contact didn’t waver for a single moment.

She continued to lap at him slowly—from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and playing with the sensitive ridge underneath.

Max was sweating. His body was growing hotter by the second, and for some goddamned reason, he kept forgetting his hands were handcuffed.

He pulled and tugged, the metal digging into his skin as he struggled harder every time Selena pushed his cock deeper into her wet mouth.

Selena made appreciative little moans with every dip and rise of her head on his erection, and Max was very quickly losing himself.

“Selena…stop. Give me a sec—Selena!” Just when he thought he would explode, Selena pulled back with a pop of her hollowed cheeks.

“I’m not letting you off that quickly.” Selena chuckled. She moved up to straddle him once more with her body slightly raised up on her knees.

She trailed her fingers down her body and stroked the outside of her panties. She was soaking wet, and with each stroke, she grew even more wet.

She circled her clit on the outside of her panties before leaning forward and holding her fingers in front of Max’s lips. “Want to taste me?”

“Hell, yeah,” Max breathed roughly. He leaned forward, sucking the fingers she’d stroked herself with into his mouth.

Her essence tinged his tongue for a moment before she pulled her fingers back again. Selena was a damn tease—she knew it, and it was keeping him on edge.

Selena’s hands disappeared behind her back to unclasp her bra, releasing her tits in all their bountiful glory.

She shimmied off the bed, turned around until her peach-of-an-ass was in Max’s sight, and bent over, pulling her panties down her long legs.

The visual she had created for Max—all legs and round, tight ass—would be happily seared into his brain forever. Once Selena turned to face him, she was in nothing but her stilettos, and his brain went haywire.

Surely looking this sexy was illegal? Max was pulling at his handcuffs again, almost growling to be able to get his hands on her curvaceous body.

“No touching rule is still in place, Max,” Selena singsonged above him. “Now… I’ve looked and appreciated you. I’ve tasted you too… I wonder how you feel.”

Selena straddled Max backward. Her ass looked ripe and plump in front of him while she faced away. Instead of straddling both legs like before, Selena straddled just one leg, and Max felt her small, warm hands stroke his length.

Selena rubbed the tip of Max’s cock around her clit, using his dick to stimulate her already wet pussy.

Max was growing dizzy, the pleasure was peaking and non-stop, and if he didn’t get his hands on her soon, he was going to explode.

“Oh, Max… You feel soooo good! Holy shi—it!” Selena circled her clit with Max’s cock before sinking onto him in one stroke.

The sudden plunge into Selena’s hot body short-circuited Max’s brain. Despite his hands being handcuffed, Max raised his hips to drive into Selena.

Selena ground on his cock, but the position they were in… Holy shi—it, indeed! It allowed Max to thrust up into her while Selena rode him to chase her climax.

Selena moved up and down, back and forth, riding Max while he was at her mercy, completely unable to move his arms from his restraints.

Selena fucked him harder and faster. Max could feel her inner walls starting to stiffen around him when she leaned forward, fists clenching around the bedsheets. Max looked over to watch her fucking him.

With her leaning forward, he could see everything—the way his hard cock slid into her dripping, swollen pussy while she fucked him senseless.

Just like that, Max snapped. He bucked his hips to drive deeper into Selena.

Selena’s moans and cries grew loudly to fill the room, and with one last thrust, Selena’s scream drowned out Max’s moans as they came together in a blindingly hard orgasm.

The only sound in the room was their heavy panting as they struggled to catch their breath. Selena lifted her hips, and Max watched as he slid out from her, his essence mixed with hers dripping out.

“Fucking hell, Selena…”