Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 125

Oh. My fingers reach the firm flesh of her thighs.

She’s wearing stockings!

Deep joy.

“I like these.” I run a finger under the stocking top and across the soft skin of her upper thigh. Ana

squirms in delight. I groan. “If I’m going to fuck you seven shades of Sunday, I want you to keep still.”

“Make me,” she demands, and the challenge in her eyes goes straight to my cock.

“Oh, Mrs. Grey. You have only to ask.” I slide my hand up to her panties, glad that she’s wearing them

over her garter belt. “Let’s divest you of these.” I tug gently, and she shifts on top of my erection.

Fuck. My breath hisses through my teeth. “Keep still,” I grumble.

“I’m helping.” She pouts in protest, and I suck her bottom lip between my teeth.

“Still,” I warn, then release her lip and tug her panties down her legs, crushing them into my hand; I

have a plan for them. I raise Ana’s skirt so it’s bunched up around her hips and take a brief moment to

appreciate how beautiful her legs are in stockings with lacy tops. I lift her. “Sit. Astride me.”

Keeping her darkening eyes on mine, she obeys, but tilts her chin up wearing her Bring it expression. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Oh, Ana.

“Mrs. Grey, are you goading me?”

We could have some fun with this.

My pants feel two sizes too small.

“Yes. What are you going to do about it?”

God, I love a challenge.

“Clasp your hands together behind your back.”

She does, and I bind her wrists with her panties and pull them tight. Now she’s helpless. “My panties?

Mr. Grey, you have no shame,” she chides me, breathless.

“Not where you’re concerned, Mrs. Grey, but you know that.”

I love the provocation in her smoky blue eyes. It’s such a turn-on. I push her backward on my lap so I

have more room to work. She chews her lip, her eyes on mine, and gently I skim my hands down to her

knees, pushing her legs wider apart. Then I widen my legs, to give my dick some more room and to

make her more available to me.

Also, it will be more intense for her this way.

My fingers move to the buttons on her wet blouse. “I don’t think we need this.” Slowly, I undo each

button, revealing her breasts, still slick from their earlier soaking. They rise and fall rapidly as she

inhales sharply, and I leave her blouse gaping open.

Desire shines in her eyes and they stay glued to mine.

I caress her face and brush my thumb across her bottom lip, then abruptly push it into her mouth.

“Suck.” She closes her mouth around me and does exactly what she’s been told to do.

Hard.

My girl does not back down.

This I know.

She scrapes her teeth gently over my skin and bites the pad.

I moan, then ease my thumb from her mouth and paint her chin, her throat, and her sternum with her

saliva. I hook my thumb into her bra cup and tug it down, freeing her breast, then tuck the cup beneath,

pushing her breast up so it’s poised and ready for me. We stare at each other, her mouth opens and

closes, her eyes filled with yearning. I love watching her reaction to everything I do. She bites down on

her lip as I free her other breast, so it, too, is helpless and waiting for me. They are too tempting. I hold

both of them and slowly graze my thumbs over her nipples in a tight circle, torturing each one so that

they stand proud beneath my touch. Ana starts panting and arching her back, thrusting her breasts into

my palms. I don’t stop, but continue to tease her so that she throws her head back and lets out a long,

low moan of pleasure.

“Shh,” I whisper, not letting up on the slow, sweet rhythm I’ve set for my thumbs. Ana’s hips shift. “Still,

baby, still.” Reaching behind her head, I gather her hair in one hand and hold her neck.

I want her still.

Leaning down, I tease her right nipple with my lips, then suck hard as my fingers move to continue

taunting its twin, gently tugging and twisting.

“Ah! Christian!” she groans, and rocks her hips forward on my lap.

Oh, no, baby.

I don’t let up. My lips tasting and teasing, my fingers tweaking and tugging.

“Christian, please,” she mewls.

“Hmm. I want you to come like this,” I whisper against my captive peak, and I return to it, but this time I

tug tenderly and carefully with my teeth.

“Ah!” Ana calls, and writhes on my lap, but I hold her still and I don’t stop.

“Please.” She’s breathless and begging, and I watch her, her mouth slack, her head back, as she has

no choice but to absorb all the pleasure.

I know she’s close. “You have such beautiful breasts, Ana. One day I’ll fuck them.”

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