Chapter 9: All Night Long

His arm lay heavy across my waist, anchoring me against the thin mattress while the first faint glow of false dawn filtered through the open bungalow door. I was still leaking—warm, sticky trails of him and me seeping out around his half-soft cock where it nestled inside me like it belonged. My thighs were glued together with the mess, my skin slick with sweat that cooled in the night breeze from the fan spinning lazily overhead. Every shallow breath made my soft breasts shift against his forearm, nipples still tight and oversensitive from the way he’d pinched them earlier. I tried to ease away, just an inch, but his hold tightened instantly, lips brushing the nape of my neck in a kiss that felt almost tender.

“Please ... let me go now,” I whispered, voice hoarse and cracked from all the crying.

He chuckled low against my skin, the sound rumbling through my back. “We’re just getting started, cariño.” Before I could twist free he rolled us, pulling me on top so I straddled his hips, his cock already thickening again inside my swollen, cum-filled pussy. The sudden shift made our mixed release squelch obscenely, pushing deeper as gravity did the rest. I gasped, hands flying to his chest, but he gripped my waist and dragged me down until every inch was buried, the head nudging right against that tender spot high inside me.

“No—wait, I can’t—” The words died as he flexed his hips, forcing me to feel the stretch all over again. My wide hips rolled without permission, the weight of my body grinding my clit against his base. He reached for the belt he’d dropped on the floor earlier, looping the worn leather around my wrists and tying them loosely behind my back with a length of the mosquito-net rope for good measure. The restraint thrust my chest forward, breasts swaying heavy and full with every forced breath, nipples brushing the cool night air.

“Ride me,” he ordered, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat. Not crushing, just firm enough that my pulse hammered against his palm and the edges of my vision sparkled. “Slow at first. Let me feel how greedy this pussy still is.” I tried to stay still, thighs trembling, but he squeezed my throat and rocked up hard, making me bounce. The motion dragged a broken moan from me despite myself. My bound hands flexed uselessly behind me as I rose and fell, the slick glide of him pushing the earlier load even deeper, the wet sounds filling the bungalow louder than the distant waves.