“Colton.” His name was a whispered moan from my lips as I ached for more, ached for him.

Shimmying my shoulders, the straps slid down my arms until the material fell to the floor. My breasts hung like oversized teardrops against my chest, the nipples stiff and tender as they longed for more of his touch.

“Look at you begging for more,” he whispered as he walked around me. Colton’s body was mere inches from mine. I could feel the heat his body was putting out, but it felt like miles. “Is it more of my cock in your mouth that you want? Or do you want it in your greedy, tight pussy?”

My body shook with each question, my panties growing wetter with each word. I was so lost in desire that I thought I’d come before he even placed a full hand on me.

Colton’s body stood to my right, between the staircase and my arm, as he bent his head toward my ear. His still exposed cock brushed against my arm and I longed to wrap my hand around it again.

“I think you want to feel my mouth and tongue between your legs. Tell me, Autumn. If I shoved my hand beneath your panties right now, would I find you wet?”

Colton held his hand out and hovered the digits centimeters away from my mound. If I clenched my toes, I could cause the collision that I craved. But I held back. I wanted to be at Colton’s command and as greedy as he knew my body was for him, I was also patient. He would make it worth it.

“Would I?” he repeated and I hissed out an affirmation.

“Just a little?”

“No, soaked,” I countered, closing my eyes as I fought against the desire to rub my thighs together.

His voice deepened as his lips scraped the rim of my ear. “Really?”

What seemed like centuries later, his taunting ceased and Colton placed his hand between my legs over the top of my panties. My body nearly crumbled at the contact.

“Ah, yes. You are drenched,” he declared as his free hand wrapped around the other side of my neck to twist my head to face him. Colton slowly rubbed back and forth against my underwear. The friction against my sex caused my clit to swell.

Uncontrollably, I swayed my body against his hand, but he immediately halted his movements.

“Stay still, greedy girl,” Colton muttered before he pressed his mouth against mine. As his tongue slipped between my lips, he pushed aside the cotton and mimicked the movement with his fingers. His digits slowly dove in and out of my pussy until I felt the signals of my release.

“Colton,” I cried out against his lips as the waves came on slowly. He increased the thrusts, adding another finger to the intrusion, until I exploded in his arms.

“That’s my girl,” he said as I fell limp in his arms. His large hands brushed up and down my spine as he pressed the softest of kisses against my shoulders, all while I leaned against him catching my breath.

Without warning, my feet left the ground, and just as quickly I felt the floor beneath my feet and the cold wood from the decorative casing around the stairs nudge my back.

“Hold up your hands.”

Forcing my eyelids open, I watched in fascination as Colton ripped off his shirt and threw it over toward my pile of clothes and then produced a folded up cloth from his back pocket. It wasn’t just any cloth though. As he shook the material loose, I recognized the canvas toolbelt that earlier had been folded on the stairs.

“Seems like this little belt isn’t so useless after all.” Grasping the hands I held loosely above my head, Colton raised them higher and then asked me to grip the spindle.

“Let me know if it’s too tight,” he remarked as he wrapped the canvas straps around my wrists, attaching my arms to the wooden supports.

When he finished, Colton gazed down at me, his eyes filled with sincerity as he asked if I was alright. After I responded with a nod, his mask fell back in place and the dominating man from moments ago came back to play.

“Fuck, I love your body,” he stated as he drew invisible lines down my body with his hands. He palmed my breasts, adjusting their weight in his grasp as he brushed his fingers across the rosy buds of my nipples.

He didn’t linger on my heavy chest but settled his hands on my waist.

“I love the way your body dips in here. Makes me want to run my tongue across the valley.”

“Yes, please,” I spoke, clutching the hard wood in my hand.

“Mmm. I could,” he began, as he slid his hands farther down, taking the waistband of my panties with him as he kneeled on the floor. My panties were thrown over his shoulder, but I had no idea where they landed. I glued my gaze to the man focused on the apex between my thighs. “But I think your hungry pussy has something else in mind. And, honestly, I’ve been quite starved myself.”

He pounced on my sex and I truly believe he was as ravenous as he claimed. He started off slow, sweeping his tongue around my clit. His groans of need fed my own hunger.

I howled out his name as he lifted my leg onto his shoulder, shifting the angle of my center to his mouth.

With his masterful fingers and tongue, I soon found myself chasing a second orgasm by riding his face. I had no inhibitions as I bore down on his mouth, the tip of his nose doing amazing things as it pressed against my clit.

Colton’s hands squeezed the globes of my backside and as my legs began to shake, he subtly ran his thumb around the rim of my ass.

That was my undoing, and I uncontrollably clenched my thighs together, locking his head in place. The release was so overwhelming that I didn’t have the chance to worry if he could breathe. Colton was so strong that I did not need to worry. He easily eased my thighs apart and settled my leg back on the ground, all while my body jerked from the release.

“Let go of the post,” he growled. It was almost incoherent in my disembodied state, but I managed to do what he asked.

He spun me swiftly around until I faced the staircase and pressed my cheek against the cool wood as I worked hard to catch my breath.

“Lean forward,” he said as he pressed the spot between my shoulder blades. With the way my hands were tied, I wasn’t left much room to move my body, but Colton seemed satisfied as I arched my back and pushed out my ass.

“Perfection.” I smiled inwardly, the corners of my lips just barely curving up until I yelped when his palm slapped across my backside. But as he rubbed the angry skin, there was nothing I could do to hold back the moan that sounded from my lips.

“There she is. There’s my greedy girl. Want to feel my cock in you?” he questioned, smacking the tip of his cock against my plump, sensitive lips.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Put it in me, Colton.”

His groan seemed as desperate as mine as he slipped his dick into my sex to the hilt and then pulled it back out.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he claimed through clenched teeth as he repeated the motion over and over again. “I love the way your walls squeeze me. Greedy, just like my girl.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I stood on my tiptoes just so I could rock back against his thrust.

“Has your pussy been hungry for me?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed, silently praying that he would take me harder, faster, more desperately. The teasing and taunting were driving me wilder with each thrust.

As if he heard my wish, Colton pushed inside me, gripping my hips as he drove into my sex.

My hips ached from where his fingers dug into the flesh, and I knew without hesitation that my shoulders were going to protest for days, but none of that mattered as Colton pounded into me.

“I can feel you, baby. You’re getting close. How bad do you want to come, Autumn? Tell me how bad you want to come on my cock.”

I whimpered in reply. There were no words to describe my desperation to reach my pinnacle.

“Tell me,” he repeated, smacking his hand across my ass again.

“So bad. Oh, God,” I whined as I went off the cliff, the shudders wracking my body.