Molly’s frustration had reached its peak. Twice now, Andrew had denied her release, and yet, the thrill of revenge was even sweeter than the orgasms she had been denied. Her body was on fire, trembling with need, but she refused to let him control the game any longer.
“Untie me, Andrew,” she demanded, her voice tinged with an urgency that bordered on desperation. There was no room for games now. It was time for her to take control.
With a smirk, Andrew complied, carefully undoing the restraints around her wrists first before moving to her ankles. The moment she was free, Molly seized the moment, yanking him onto the bed with surprising force. Andrew landed with a grunt, his eyes widening as he realized the tables had turned.
“No more games,” she growled, straddling him with determination. “I want you to fuck me now.”
Andrew didn’t hesitate. In a fluid motion, he flipped her onto her back, his weight pinning her to the mattress as he positioned himself between her thighs. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her completely.
“ANDREW!” Molly screamed, her orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly as pleasure overtook her. Andrew didn’t slow down, his hips driving forward relentlessly, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge all over again.
Then, his hands wrapped around her throat, not enough to cut off her air but enough to heighten the sensation. Molly gasped as the slight pressure sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her.