Page 116 of Fatality

“D-Don’t!” I warn, trying to compose myself.

I cry out when I feel his wet and warm tongue plunging into me with a heavy, broad stroke, a deep and demanding sweep aiming directly to my clitoris.

His fingers aren’t gentle, he parts my lips with it.

He is aggressive, his tongue is thick and muscular, I can’t help myself moaning.

I can feel myself getting wetter with each stroke of his tongue.

He licks me with a frantic, starving intensity, his breath hot and ragging against my core.

“That’s it,” He growls like a fucking wolf against my clit sending waves of unwanted pleasure through me “Louder. Make me hear you break under my tongue.”

My jaw clenches so hard that I feel the blush spreading down to my chest like wildfire.

I try to resist but the way he’s not just tasting me, but consuming me like a starving man is making me grip the handle tight until my knuckles goes white.

He swirls his tongue around my most sensitive point, applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure that is almost too much.

I can’t contain the moan from getting out.

I’m so fucking close.

I want him to stop, but my body want him to never stop.

I hate him, God I hate him.

I will kill him.

God, if you exist, I will kill that man and personally hand him a one-way ticket straight to hell.

“So, you wanna stop?” He mumbles against me, his voice muffled by my skin.

Then he licks again, harder this time.

My hips jerk instinctively against his tongue.

“That’s what I thought.” He groans, a deep guttural sound of pure lust.

His nose brushing me as he works his way through me, his tongue lashing with a primal, unhinged hunger that makes me go over the edge.

His hand leaves my thighs to grip my ass firmly, palming, opening me more to him.

I’m ashamed of myself, but I can’t resist anymore.

I come, hard.

I cry out, loud enough for all the fucking docks to hear.

My body arch violently as I grind unashamed against his mouth, riding through the waves of the orgasm.

I feel his assault intensifying while my muscles spasm.

He uses the pressure of his tongue to drive into me, meeting every fucking pulse of my release with a deep, punishing stroke, drinking me dry.

When the orgasm subsides, I’m left completely flushed, breathing unevenly and heavily.

Almost limp like a damn puppet with its strings cut.