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“All right, baby?” I run my fingers down her thighs and squeeze gently.
She nods, her throat moving as she swallows.
“How do you feel?” I scan her features closely.
“A little scared; but also, excited.”
“You’re a natural, and I promise, you’re going to enjoy every moment of what I’m going to do to you.”
Her shoulders relax.
“Anytime it becomes overwhelming, you only have to ask me to stop,” I say in a soft voice.
She jerks her chin, and when she raises her gaze to mine, her eyes glitter with anticipation.
"What are you going to do now?”
"Now?” I allow myself a small smile. “I’m going to eat you out."
35
Vivian
He licks my slit over and over, until I’m wheezing and trembling and panting. I try to pull away from that wicked tongue of his, but he holds me in place. Besides, I can’t close my legs because he’s tied me down. How did he know this would add to my arousal? How could he know my body so well when we’re still strangers on so many levels? And what does it say about me that I want more?
The moisture between my leg’s drips down my inner thighs, but he laps it up as quickly. It’s messy and filthy, and I love it. Gah! He’s tapped into that slut inside of me who I’ve kept hidden so carefully. With him, I don’t feel the need to censor myself. I can be free, knowing he won’t judge me. He wants me to be uninhibited. There’s a freedom in letting go like this. It makes me want to submit to him... It also makes me want to resist and not give in so easily. I grab at his ears and tug. My intent is to hurt him because I’m pissed that he can read me so well. But instead of being hurt, he laughs.
The vibrations against my pussy travel to my extremities, and that turns me on further. He shoves three of his thick digits inside my cunt, while he circles my clit with his tongue. And the combination of that, along with how he squeezes my arse, sending pain shooting out from the abraded skin from the spanking, coalesces in a perfect storm behind my clitoris. It swells and blooms until it seems to reach my chest, then my throat.
And when he sucks on my clit while twisting his fingers inside me to hit that spot which no one else has touched before, my climax screeches out from my center.
Instantly, he pulls out his fingers and crawls over me. Bracing his arms on either side of my shoulders, he presses his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on him and can’t stop the whine that leaves my lips. He kisses me firmly, understanding my frustration. "Not yet, baby."
"But I almost came,” I whine. “Please, please, let me come, Q.”
"And you will."
"So you’ll let me come next time?"
The bastard’s lips curve against mine. "If you’re a good little girl, perhaps."
Frustration stiffens my shoulders. What a sadist. And why does the fact he’s holding back my orgasm turn my insides to mush? Why, oh, why does he know which of my buttons to push? And why do I love it? And am I going to give in to him completely?
Not yet. I love baiting him even more. I relish this play-acting, where I pretend to resist him and pretend to hold back consent. I swallow. Jesus... That’s the first time I’ve admitted it to myself. I want him to hold me down and overpower me and take me without giving me a choice in the matter. It took Quentin Davenport to bring the depth of my filthy fantasies to the surface and give me the freedom to embrace this kink.
When he slides his tongue over mine, I bite down and taste blood. He pulls back, and a silver spark gleams in his cold eyes. "There you are. Can’t wait to channel all that passion into our fucking."
"In your dreams," I spit out in mock anger.
"As long as I’m the only one you dream about." He notches his cock against my slit, and I shudder.
“Do you want it, little girl? Want me to bury my cock inside of you and bring you to orgasm?”
I make a growling side deep in my throat, the fake anger turning into real passion. I can feel the blunt crown of his dick cleave my pussy, can feel my insides clench in anticipation. Can feel my breasts tingle, my scalp hurt, as every cell in my body waits for him to push inside. Wait. Wait... That’s when my stomach growls.
He freezes, and I could cry in frustration.
“Guess you’re hungry?" Something unholy glints in his eyes.
