Page 1 of One More Kiss
I drop my pants, letting my cock spring free, already rock-hard. Her gaze locks onto it, and I’ll never forget the pure joy in her expression. I wrap my hand around the shaft, stroking slowly. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
“Tell me where you want this,” I say, my voice low and husky.
“I thought we were doing non-con?”
“I didn’t say I was going to put it where you want it, you greedy little whore.”
“My mouth.”
Stepping toward her, I position my cock in front of her mouth. She reaches for me again, and I grab her wrists with one hand and slap my cock against her cheek with the other. Pre-cum catches on her cheek and drags to her lips. Without missing a beat, she licks my tip. A string connects us as I pull away.
Then she slowly drags her tongue over her lips and reaches onto her cheek while staring me dead in the eyes. “You want to mouth-fuck me, don’t you? See how deep I can take your cock?”
Holy shit. I’m not mentally ready to hear my niece talk like that. It’s already the best sex I’ve ever had. “You’re gonna take it so far down, you won’t even have to swallow my cum, it’ll already be down your throat.”
Her cute fucking grin disarms me.
As much as I love her looking up at me from under her lashes, I have to leave time to clean up or do damage control, God forbid this goes wrong. By the time Bull gets home, life needs to seem normal. Nothing can mar what we do tonight.
With my firm grip, I guide her to standing. I feel so vanilla compared to the world she’s exposed me to. And maybe if I’d been reading romance novels, I’d have some idea of how to get her dress off in a suave manner. Something sexy…
She squirms, trying to touch my cock, and lord if I don’t want her to.
“I’m not going to be able to fill you with cum if you keep wiggling.”
“Unless I wiggle on your cock.”
For fuck’s sake. She’s relentless.
Grabbing the bow around her waist, I yank to untie the ribbon, then use it to bind her hands.
I lean in, my voice a low growl. “You’re going to do what I say, when I say it.”
Betsy smirks, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “As long as you make me.”
That’s it. I spin her around, holding her back to my front, trapping my erection between us. My arms fold over her chest, her breasts squishing under my arms. “If your greedy little pussy wants to be fed, you’ll quit sassing me.”
Her body shakes, sending fear through me. “You okay?”
She nods, her breath hitching. “I didn’t hear anyone say the safeword.”
Fuck! I put a little space between us and slap her ass, the sharp sound ringing out louder than I intended.
Her moan takes away my fears.
“Climb onto the couch, you little cum-slut. Lean over the back.”
She moves to comply, but with her hands bound, she struggles. I help her onto the cushions, steadying her as she leans over the backrest. The skirt of her dress is in the way, and I realize my mistake. I should have removed it before binding her. Too late now. I shove the fabric up, bunching it around her waist.
And that’s when I discover she’s not wearing panties. Fuck me. Her bare ass is on display.
I sink to my knees, my mouth watering. Spreading her legs wider, I can’t resist leaning in and biting one cheek, just hard enough to make her yelp. She squirms, trying to escape, but I hold her hips firmly and bite the other one. She squirms again.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl, licking the spot I bit. I can’t wait any longer. I dive between her legs, my tongue finding her wet pussy. She moans, pushing back against me, and I feast.
How Bull could hold off after tasting this, I’ll never understand. Or maybe I do. Maybe tasting her was his undoing, the exact instant his world broke. But I’m not Bull. I’m the man kneeling behind Betsy, eating her pussy like it’s my last meal.
If Bull walks in, it might be.