Page 43 of The Revenge

Payne closes the gap between us, kissing me hungrily once more. Each movement has my nipples brushing up against his shirt, tormenting me. Just when I feel like I can’t take anymore, he pulls away and starts trailing kisses over my cheek.

He goes lower, following the curve of my neck. As my breath catches in my throat, the kisses turn light as a feather. The pressure and intensity increases as he moves on to my collar bone, and down to my breasts.

With his other hand massaging my other breast, Payne’s mouth latches over my nipple. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling over the tip.

Grasping the edge of the desk, I moan loudly.

When he pulls away, my nipple is still covered in his saliva. The temperature in the room isn’t unpleasant, but the air feels ice cold on my sensitive skin, especially when Payne’s hot mouth claims my other nipple.

A warm ache grows between my legs, but Payne’s body is standing between them. When I try to slide my fingers into my panties, he takes my hand and holds onto it. All while never stopping in lavishing my breasts with his attention.

“Payne, I can’t… I need more,” I plead. “I need you.”

He finally pulls away and looks down at me. “Let me see you,” he murmurs.

His fingers hook around the top of my underwear, and he tugs them down, sinking to his knees as he follows them down. Once they’re on the floor, he pushes against my knees, spreading my legs.

My pussy is on full display.

I shiver.

Not from the cool air that settles over my wet, sensitive areas.

“You make it hard to resist.”

“Then don’t.”

Payne reaches forward and runs a single finger over my clit, smiling at my moan, but he continues following the path to my opening and gently pushes the finger inside. “You’re not ready for me yet.”

Before I can correct him, he adds a second finger and pushes them deep inside me. As my body contracts around him, he leans forward. He runs his tongue from my opening, following the reverse direction his finger just took. When his tongue meets my clit, he closes his mouth around it, sucking hard.

My back arches as I release a cry from the bolts of pleasure that radiate throughout my body.

While his fingers fuck me, his mouth masterfully attacks my clit until I’m writhing on top of his desk. Each time I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm, he changes up what he’s doing, applying different pressure, just enough to stop me from coming.

I can feel a bead of sweat trickle down my back. “Payne, please.”

Payne pushes a third finger inside but tries to pull back.

Not this time.

My hands grab his head, stopping him from moving.

He chuckles against me, then changes the speed of his fingers.

“I can’t take anymore,” I tell him between my frustrated heavy breaths.

Like he’s finally listening, Payne doubles down his efforts on my clit.

At the very last moment, I let go of him to press my hands over my mouth before I cry out through my orgasm.

Payne doesn’t stop sucking and teasing my clit until my body relaxes around his fingers. With one last lap, he sits back. “Now, you might be ready for me.”

Still breathing heavily, I reach for him, pulling him up. There’s a giant bulge in his pants. “That looks uncomfortable.”

Grabbing his waistband, I tug him to me and quickly unfasten his pants. But I’m not moving quick enough because he pushes his pants and boxers down, and then I’m confronted with his cock.

“Holy crap,” I mutter.