“You like the wand?” I ask her as I piston my hips up and down.

“Yes.”

“If you’re good, I’ll let you use it again. You want that?”

“Um, okay.”

My pelvis slaps against the bottom of her ass and the back of her thighs. I like this angle of penetration. I like that I get to see her face and the flutter of her lashes, the way her eyes roll toward the back of her head when I hit the right spots. There’s not much she can do but take my thrusting. After a while, I decide to change up the position. Time to take her from behind.

Reaching over, I release the other leg restraint, flip her onto her stomach, and elevate her ass by pulling a few pillows under her. Straddled over her calves, I aim my cock and sink in. I wonder what it would feel like taking her other hole, and if she’s a virgin there. The question boils my balls. I drill into her, one long, forceful thrust at a time.

“I bet you’ve been told before what a great ass you have,” I remark as I grope a buttock.

She’s too busy grunting and groaning to answer. Putting a hand on her lower back, I vary the tempo and force, sometimes short and fast, sometimes deep and slow. The bed creaks with each smack of my pelvis into her ass. She cries out as I shove harder. But I know what will undo her.

Pausing my motions, I reach a hand around to play with a breast. Her pussy flexes around my cock and she pushes her ass back at me, seeking a return to the action. I give her nipple a tweak before reaching for her clit.

“Oh…my…God,” she moans.

I start thrusting again.

“Ask to come,” I remind her.

“Can I come?” she mumbles against the bed sheets.

“Yes, you can.”

A few minutes later, shudders rack her body. As she comes, I plunge into her fast and furious till my climax bowls into me. For a moment, I might be fucking her harder than she can take, but I’m too blinded by pleasure and need to hold back. When the last of my body’s tension drains out, I withdraw and lie on my back beside her. After collecting my breath, I free her wrists.

“Did I fuck you too hard?” I ask.

She replaces the pillows. “A little.”

“Did you like it?”

She thinks for a second. “Maybe.”

I smile and pull her to me. Who would have thought? This opinionated choirgirl is taking to my kind of sex. The possibilities with Bridget could be endless…

Chapter 12

BRIDGET

Past

I wake up in the middle of the night and remember the food never got put away, but Darren tells me to forget it and promptly pulls me back into bed. Within minutes, we’re at it again, this time in a spooning position, which I’ve never done before. I love it because he strokes my clit while he bucks his hips into my backside.