“Where are your hands supposed to be?” he growled.
Jacey snatched them away from his shoulders, placing them on her head. “Sorry, Sir.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough.” He sighed. “Guess I’m just going to have to bind you.” He rose from the bed. “Hands behind your back.”
He tied her wrists together, tugging at the binding to test them.
“Wiggle your fingers. Good. Tell me if you have any numbness or tingling,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied as he knelt on the bed in front of her.
“Sit back on your haunches.”
She sat back, her balance much better. Derrick cupped her breasts, pushing them together so he could lick her nipples. They stiffened, elongating as he pinched and suckled them in turns. Moisture coated her pussy, her breath coming faster and she knew she was close to coming.
Clenching her jaw, she fought against the impending orgasm.
“Such beautiful breasts.” Derrick leaned back, holding her breasts up. “Look at how puffy and stiff your nipples are.”
She glanced down at herself. Her nipples stood at attention, begging for more pleasure as his tanned hands held her breasts up.
Derrick let her breasts drop as he ran one hand down her stomach to her pussy. He dipped two fingers into her welcoming pussy.
“Sir, please,” she begged as he thrust his fingers in and out.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
He pulled his fingers out and she cried out in denial as he grinned down at her.
“No, not yet.” He smeared her juices all over his thick shaft. “First, I want you to lick your cream from my cock.”
He sat back against the headboard and spread his legs wide. Jacey shuffled herself forward, leaning down she took the head of him into her mouth.
Without the use of her hands, she was clumsy until she found her rhythm. But once she had her balance, she sucked on him eagerly, bobbing her head up and down.
“Aw, Christ, baby. That feels so damn good. Faster. Stronger.”
Jacey increased her speed, delighting in his groans of pleasure. When he reached down and pulled her off his shaft, she moaned in protest.
“Uh, uh,” he said as he lifted her so she was straddling him. “Much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I decide when and how I come, not you.” He pinched each nipple. Hard. She arched her back, groaning.
“Now turn around. Make sure you don’t lose that plug in your ass.”
She turned so she was facing away from him, still straddling his hips.
“Rise up, lower yourself on my cock very slowly.”
He held his cock with one hand, his other hand wrapped around her bound wrists as she lowered herself onto his thick shaft. They both let out a low moan of pleasure once he was fully inside her.
Derrick placed his hands on her hips. “Ride me, beautiful.” He guided her movements, slow at first then increasing in speed until she was slamming her hips down onto him, her pussy making suctioning sounds as she took him deep inside her.
With the plug in her ass and Derrick lodged deep in her pussy, she was overflowing, full and needy. He let go of her right hip, reaching around with one hand to flick her clit with his fingers.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. There was no way she could hold back her orgasm. “Please, Sir, let me come.”
“You can come, baby girl.”