“Oh, fuck,” I pant.
This little vibrator is the best thing known to womankind. It can get me off in 2.5 seconds flat, but add it to everything else Tanner’s doing to me, and it’s lethal. I won’t be able to take it. It’s too much.
The soft suction comes down on my clit, and I cry out before forcing myself to bite down on my lip. The intensity is so great that tears fill my eyes. I’ve never felt anything so powerful, so damn intense. The vibrations rock through me like never before, pulsing right through my core and sending molten lava shooting through my veins.
Tanner’s eyes are hooded, watching the show as though he’s never seen anything so erotic, and when a pained groan tears from the back of his throat, I almost come undone. “Fuck, Killer,” Tanner rumbles. “I need to see you come.”
A tear of pleasure sails down my cheek, and I pull against my binds just as Tanner levels up on that fucking vibrator. I tip my head back as my body reaches its limit. I arch up off the bed, a low groan tearing from deep in my chest as my world explodes around me.
Electricity shoots through my body, lighting my world on fire as I clench my eyes and cry out. My pussy convulses around the silicone cock as the vibrator goes to town on my clit. “Holy fuck,” I pant, my orgasm completely claiming my body, shooting right through to my fingertips as my pussy contracts like never before.
Tanner doesn’t let up, draining every last ounce of pleasure from my body, claiming it all just as I knew he would. He turns up the level on the vibrator one more time and my already intense orgasm becomes something beyond comprehension.
I yank against my binds, more tears spilling from my eyes, and only when I come down from my high does Tanner release me from the sweet agony. He slowly pulls the dildo from my shattered pussy before turning off the vibrator and discarding it beside me on the bed.
A grin tears across his handsome face and as he leans down, leaving the plug right where it is, his fingers effortlessly work the binds at my wrists, freeing me to throw them around his neck.
Tanner’s lips come down on mine, kissing me with raw passion. “I fucking love you, Killer,” he murmurs against my lips, his straining cock more than ready to be freed from the confines of his sweatpants.
“I know,” I murmur, shifting to the side of his throat, letting my lips brush against his warm skin. “But I’m more interested in tying your ass up so I can show you just how much I love you back.”
“Changed my mind,” he murmurs. “After what I just saw, there’s no way in hell you’re about to tie me up. I need my hands on you.”
I shake my head, pushing against his shoulder and forcing his back to the mattress. I awkwardly climb on top of him, regretting the decision not to remove the plug. Knowing my luck, I’ll probably sneeze and accidentally shoot it across my room like a bullet.
I straddle his hips, feeling just how rock hard he is through his pants. “A deal is a deal, Mr. Morgan. Now let me tie those hands before I have no choice but to leave you high and dry. It’s my turn now.”
Tanner grins and without hesitation, he offers me his wrists like a lamb to the slaughter, and I take them eagerly, more than ready to rock his world.
Chapter 30
BRIELLE
Here comes the bride.
All dressed in … an off-putting shade of white.
I look like a marshmallow.
I’m gonna trip and die.
With every step down the aisle, the stupid song rolls over in my head. I’ve been inside the biggest church on this side of the country for less than thirty seconds and it’s already the most obnoxious thing I’ve had to endure.
The sheer number of people here is simply ridiculous. Mom must have invited every single person she’s ever strolled past in Macy’s because there’s no way in hell an asshole like Orlando Channing would have this many friends. Enemies? Maybe. Friends? Hell no.
I put one foot in front of the other and keep my stare locked on the rose-petal covered aisle, the only thing getting me through this is the promise of booze at the after party … and Tanner. He promised some wickedly delicious things if I managed to get through this without insulting anyone. Though he didn’t specify the terms of our arrangement, and seeing as though he can’t read my mind, I figure he’ll never know about the insults I’ve been throwing down all day inside my head.
The music sounds like a bird screeching. My dress is itchy and looks stupid. And the off-white of Mom’s dress reminds me of a dirty, peeled potato.