I grabbed the small length of chain that ran between the two cuffs, and pulled your arms above your head. I let my pants and boxers fall to the floor, pulled by the weight of my belt. My cock sprang free, eager to be inside you.
I pulled your legs up, and without touching it, I let my cock head graze across the lips of pussy.
"Fuck Me..." You begged, as I inched my hips forward, pushing the head past the lips.
Deeper. I could feel your pussy squeezing tight on the shaft. Begging for it.
I plunged inward, feeling the warmth, the juice.
I looped the cuffs around the top of the bed post, then raised your legs over my shoulders.
Looking down at you, with your hands cuffed, your legs in the air, I thought I would come just then. But I began thrusting my cock into you. Feeling my balls bang against your ass, watching your tits dance as my cock slammed into you.
As I looked down at you, I kept remembering the way you looked on the bed moments ago, playing with your pussy. I fucked you harder, the slapping noises growing louder.
I could hear you moaning, watching me as I fucked you.
I wanted so badly to hear you come. I wanted to feel your pussy squeeze my cock. I wanted to watch your face. But, I couldn't...
I couldn't delay mine any longer. You had made me too hot. I'd lost the ability to think above the lust that was consuming me. I fucked you deeper and harder with every thrust. You could sense that I was close. You whispered something then. I almost didn't hear it.
I saw your lips as they formed the words.
"Come for me babe..." "Fuck me harder, and come for me..."
The sweat was dripping from my forehead. Running down my back.
I came. Hard. My cock spasming as it pumped your pussy full. My yells filled the room, and I continued thrusting until my knees were weak. I let your legs slide off my shoulders, and fell on top of you, burying my face in your breasts. Catching my breath.
Or trying...
I could have fallen asleep just then, exhausted, had you not been chained to the bed...
I thought I might uncuff you... But then, I caught my breath.
A second wind.
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