I forget how to breathe. Forget my own name. Forget that I’m standing here with a blow-up ball and chain dangling from my dick until she disrupts my ogling with her obnoxious laughter.

“Jesus Christ, Lyle!” she spits out between guffaws. “Way to ruin a girl’s entrance.”

“Judging by the fact that your hostage here has swollen up to the point that the cuff has cut off his blood supply, I’d say you nailed that entrance, love.”

“Are you serious?” She bends to examine the situation. “You aren’t kidding. This is really tight.” She sounds rattled. “Should I look for some scissors?” Sammi moves to the dresser and starts opening drawers, one after another. “A knife maybe?”

“Woman, you aren’t getting anywhere near my dick with a knife.”

I reach for the valve on the underside of the cuff and let the air out.

“Oh.” She shrugs, attempting and failing to slink over sexily. It could be the snort that kills it for her. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Gotta say, that your mind instantly went to sharp objects kinda scares me, Li’l Bit.”

“Fuck around and find out.” She takes the deflated cock-stume from me, spinning it around on one finger before flinging it across the room. “Cute.”

“That’s what I was going for.”

“Yeah?” she says, palming my erection. “Well, I was going for seductive.”

“Looks like we both delivered.” I fight the urge to throw my head back and moan as she continues stroking me. “Consider me seduced.”

I trail the back of a hand over her right breast. “You have beautiful nipples.”

“Thanks?” She arches a brow. “I think.”

“Are they always so…hard?”

“Umm.” She squirms as I roll the pad of my thumb over the firm bud. “It’s the pregnancy.” A sharp hiss blows threw her lips. “They’re very ummm…oh—”

She loses her train of thought when I lean forward and give it a hard suck then bite down gently.

“They’re very?” I ask, nibbling and flitting my tongue over the tip.

“Sensitive,” she squeaks.

“I wonder…”

“Yeah?”

“If I could get my first score without going below the belt.”

“You probably could, but I’d rather you not.”

Her tit slips from my mouth. “Rather me not?”

“I want your face between my legs, Lyle.” Fuck. Her shameless command fuels the desire burning through my veins.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” I brush both thumbs over the pebbled points, causing my bride to wriggle and writhe.

“More than Reese’s Pieces.” She reaches for my throbbing cock, but I step back and drop to my knees.

“You like those a lot,” I muse.

“More than sunsets, and rainbows, and… Oh, yesssss.”

I trail the tip of my nose along her inner thigh. Her scent driving me wild. “Those things are pretty magical.”