Broken Promises

I moaned at the thought. “Yes, please.”

Walker turned and headed out of the house. I spun around, taking in everything. Where the hell where we going to have sex?

I heard Walker walking back in, carrying the same small bag back from the day he asked me to marry him at the Omni. He also had something huge and black. He walked right by me saying, “Follow me to the master bedroom.”

I followed him into what would be our bedroom. It was huge, and I could picture it already. I smiled as I looked over at the bay window. I’d told Walker I wanted bookshelves and a reading nook—he hadn’t let me down.

Walker handed me the bag and placed the black raft-looking thing on the floor. My eyes moved up and down his body. He looked hot as hell in old worn out jeans, a light blue T-shirt, an A&M cap and his cowboy boots. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.

When he began to unfold the black thing, I saw that it was a blow up mattress. I giggled and rolled my eyes, wondering how long he’d had that in his truck.

Walker used an electric pump to inflate the mattress. He stood and turned to me. “Undress yourself, Liza.”

The authority in his voice had my insides melting. I set the bag down and lifted my T-shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. Walker glanced at my belly. His eyes moved up and landed on my chest. He licked his lips. I grinned, knowing what my body did to him. He always made me feel sexy. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, hooking my panties with them as I pushed them off and kicked them to the side. The only thing I still had on was my bra and my not-so-sexy flip-flops. No way was I taking my shoes off on this dirty floor. Walker came over and cupped my breasts, and I sucked in a breath.

“So damn perfect,” he said.

In one movement, he had my bra off and soon had my nipples in his mouth. I tipped my head back and moaned at both the pleasure and the pain.

“Walker,” I whispered, pushing my hands through his hair, tugging slightly.

He let out a deep moan. “Get on the mattress, Liza. I’m going to taste you.”

I moved quickly as I felt the wetness grow between my legs. I lay on my back and got ready for Walker to work his magic. Walker moved in between my legs, pushing them open and exposing even more. I lifted my head and looked at him. He moved his eyes up my body until we were staring at each other.

“I love how wet you are for me, Liza. I can see your pussy glistening with arousal.”

My mouth parted slightly at his crudeness, and I felt my insides pulsing. I tipped my head back down and whispered, “Oh, God.”

He kissed and sucked all around my clit, making me thrash my head around. “Don’t play, Walker,” I panted. “Do it!” My voice was laced with need, and I didn’t care. I was so worked up that just one touch of his tongue on my clit would make me come.

He tormented me with kisses. He sucked my swollen lips and moaned. I grabbed his head, trying to move him.

“Damn it, Walker. Fuck me with your tongue.”

He chuckled and I felt his hot breath. “I like when you talk dirty to me, Liza.”

Ugh. I was going to end up getting myself off here in another minute. I moved my hand down and touched my clit, making my hips jerk. Walker got up quickly, and in my dazed state of desire and lust, I barely registered what he was doing. I rubbed my clit as I felt my build.

“Yes. Yes,” I mumbled. “Oh it feels good.” The air mattress moved and Walker grabbed my hand and stopped me, just shy of an orgasm. “Damn it! No!”

I felt cold metal against my wrist. Walker was putting the handcuffs on me.

“Put your hands above your head Liza.”

I quickly did what he asked. Walker moved up, pushing my hands together. His hard dick was right in my face, so I licked up the shaft, making it twitch. I smiled and wished I could take him in my mouth. When he clicked the other handcuff on, I tried to move my hands, but they were locked above my head.

“Don’t pull hard, baby, Walker said. “You’re cuffed around a copper pipe.”

I looked up and behind me. When I pulled, the pipe stopped the handcuffs.

“I believe that months ago you said you were bad girl. It’s time for your punishment.”

Walker moved his dick so that it barely touched my lips. I licked it again, and Walker closed his eyes. He began stroking his long, thick, hard shaft.

Jesus I need to come. I was so turned on just watching him touch himself. I licked my lips. He moved his hand slowly at first, then picked up the pace.

“Do you like watching me do this, Liza?”

Nodding, I said, “Yes. I’m so turned on, Walker. Please. Please I need to come.”

He kept moving his hand up and down. The sounds his hand made as it glided over his dick was driving me insane. I jerked on the handcuffs and groaned in frustration.

Walker stopped playing with himself as he began sucking my nipple. I cried out as he gently bit it. My mind spun as I felt my build up. He wasn’t even touching me.

“Walker. Oh, God. I think I’m going to…”

Walker sat up and the feeling vanished in an instant.

“No!” I cried. I pulled on the cuffs again. I needed to touch myself. “I need to touch you, Walker.”

He smiled as he placed soft kisses around my breast. He moved to my stomach and placed his hands on it, kissing it gently.

“Don’t you dare talk to her and ruin my moment of desire,” I cried out.

Walker chuckled and made his way down. His tongue ran down the inside of my thigh and I about jumped off the blow-up mattress. He was killing me slowly.

“If you don’t make me come, no sex for a month!” I yelled attempting to pull my hands free again. The metal pipe clanged in response.

“Is that so, Liza?” He quickly licked my clit and I screamed. Then he blew on it, and I could feel the buildup in my toes.

“So…close…Walker…please,” I whispered, shaking my head back and forth.

When he slipped his fingers inside me, I cried out in relief. The movement back and forth felt like heaven.

“Yes, finally.” I whimpered

I had never been brought to orgasm so many times only to have it taken away. I knew that the moment my orgasm hit I was going to come hard.

“What do you want, Liza? Do you want me to make you come and then make love to you? Or do you want to be fucked?”

I swallowed hard. My insides were quivering with desire. Walker talking dirty to me only heightened my need. “Fucked,” I panted. “I want…to…be…”