Heat of The Moment II (R18+)

(ZAYNE'S POV)

My hands go to the waistband of my boxer briefs. I don't tease. I shove them down in one swift motion, my cock springing free, thick, hard and aching. It stands straight up, the tip already glistening. The cool air of the room feels electric against my heated skin.

I look down at Natasha, her dark eyes wide, drinking me in. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."

A slow, wicked smile curves her swollen lips. She doesn't hesitate. She slides off the bed and sinks to her knees on the floor between my legs. The sight is fucking art. Her pale skin, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, those incredible, heavy tits swaying with her movement. And her eyes, locked on my dick with a hunger that makes my balls tighten.

Her hands come up, both of them, and wrap around the base of my shaft. Her touch is cool, a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of my skin. She strokes me once, twice, pumping slowly.

"Fuck, Zayne," she breathes, her voice full of awe. "I knew you'd be big, but your dick is... it's so fucking thick." She leans forward, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head. "It's a fucking monster."

Then her mouth is on me.

She starts slow, just as I knew she would. A soft, tentative lick from root to tip that makes my entire body jerk. Her tongue feels like fire, tracing the thick vein running along the underside. She swirls it around the head, collecting the pre-cum beading there, and a low groan tears slips past my lips.

"Yeah, just like that," I mutter, my hands finding their way into her hair. I don't push. Not yet. I just fist my hands in those dark locks, holding on as her lips close around the head of my cock.

She takes me into the wet, incredible heat of her mouth, sucking gently. Her eyes flutter closed for a second, and a soft, happy moan vibrates through her, straight into my fucking soul. She's savoring me. The thought is arrogant as hell, but it's true. She works me deeper, her head bobbing slowly, her hand stroking what her mouth can't yet reach.

It's good. So fucking good. But I don't want good. I want filthy. I want desperate.

"You look so pretty like this," I growl, my grip in her hair tightening just a fraction. "On your fucking knees for my cock. You were born for this, Natasha. To be a filthy little cocksucker."

Her eyes snap open, meeting mine. A challenge flashes in them, and then she takes me deeper, her throat working to accommodate me. The head of my dick bumps against the back of her throat, and she gags, pulling back with a wet, choking sound, saliva stringing from her lips to my shaft.

"That's it," I encourage her, my pulse hammering. "Take it. You can take it."

I stop letting her set the pace. My control snaps. I fist my hands harder in her hair and guide her head back onto my dick, fucking her mouth in a rough, relentless rhythm. She gags again, her eyes watering, but she doesn't push me away. Her hands come up to grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she surrenders.

The sounds are obscene. Wet, sucking noises, her choked gags, my own ragged breathing. I watch myself disappear between her reddened lips, over and over. Her tears smear her mascara, creating dark streaks down her cheeks. She's a mess. A beautiful, perfect, used mess.

"You love this, don't you?" I grunt, driving my hips forward, thrusting deep into her throat. "You love being my personal fucktoy. Your mouth feels so goddamn good wrapped around me."

A strangled moan is her only answer, the vibration nearly pushing me over the edge. I can feel the pressure building, coiling tight in the base of my spine. My thighs tense. My vision starts to blur at the edges.

"I'm gonna cum," I warn her, my voice strained. "You're gonna swallow every fucking drop."

I give one last, brutal thrust, burying my cock as deep as it will go, and hold her there. My release erupts, hot and pulsing directly down her throat. I feel her swallow convulsively, again and again, taking everything I give her. My legs shake, a blinding white pleasure consuming me as I empty myself into her.

I stay there for a long moment, my body thrumming, before I slowly pull out. She coughs, gasping for air, a line of spit and cum tracing from her bottom lip. She looks utterly debauched yet she's smiling.

I collapse back onto the bed, spent and breathing heavily. "Holy fuck."

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still on her knees. "You taste so fucking good," she says, her voice hoarse, and ruined. It's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

After a minute, I prop myself up on my elbows. The sight of her naked and kneeling on the floor stirs me again. My cock, already softening, gives a twitch of interest.

"Alright, enough playing around," I say, reaching for her. "Now I want to fuck that beautiful pussy."

She evades my grasp with a sly look in her eyes. She gets to her feet. "Wait."

I frown. "Wait? What the fuck for?"

She moves to her bedside table and pulls open the drawer. My confusion only grows. What is she doing? She turns back to me, and in her hand are two sleek, metal handcuffs.

A slow grin spreads across her face. "I have a surprise. Get on the bed."

I raise an eyebrow, a skeptical laugh escaping me. "Cuffs? You think you're tying me up?" The idea is... unexpected. I'm usually the one in control.

She closes the distance between us, her fingers wrapping around my rapidly re-hardening cock. She pumps me slowly, her brown eyes staring into mine.

"You had your turn, Zayne," she whispers, her lips brushing against mine. "You got my pussy all wet with that tongue of yours. Now it's my turn. I want to feel that thick cock inside me. I want to ride you until I can't think straight."

Her words, the feel of her hand on me, the dominating glint in her eye-it all works. My skepticism evaporates, replaced by a fresh, sharp wave of lust.

"Fuck it," I murmur. "Alright. Show me what you've got."

I lie back on the bed, settling against the pillows. She moves with a new, commanding energy. She doesn't ask. She takes my right wrist and fastens a cuff around it, the metal cool and firm against my skin. She pulls my arm up and over my head, attaching the strap to the iron post of her headboard. She does the same with my left, securing me firmly in place.

Then she moves down, grabbing my ankles. She pulls my legs apart, cuffing each one to the lower posts at the foot of the bed. I'm spread-eagled, completely vulnerable, completely at her mercy. A jolt of pure adrenaline shoots through me. I've never been in this position before.

I fucking love it.

She stands back at the edge of the bed, her eyes raking over my bound body. Her gaze lingers on my cock, which is now fully hard again, straining upward against nothing.

She climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips. She leans forward, her magnificent tits swaying temptingly close to my face. She grinds her wetness against my shaft, coating me in her arousal.

She looks down at me, her expression a mix of triumph and raw desire. "Now let's see if the rumors are true."