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Her mouth falls open in a shocked smile as I lift her onto the table in front of me, careful not to spill my coffee. I hand it to her, and she takes a sip as I spread her legs and get a good look at her. She’s fucking perfect.
Holding her legs, I dive in like a man starved. And, when it comes to her, I kinda am. Finally, I get to taste her. She lets out a squeak, and I hear my coffee mug clang on the table.
“Oh god, Oliver.” One of her hands fists my hair, and I welcome the pain as I eat her out.
I go gentle on her clit, figuring it’s still sensitive from all the attention it got last night. When I delve inside her with my tongue, she rocks her hips into my face. I nip at her skin lightly, and she gasps.
“Hold still, please. I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast.”
She giggles, and the sound lights up my goddamned soul. I trace my tongue in a circle around her clit a few times.
“Oliver, please—why—ohhhh.” She shudders when I finally suck it into my mouth.
I relish in the satisfaction of being able to take away her ability to form full sentences, just like Elliot did last night. I tease her with the tip of my tongue, going too lightly, and she lets out a frustrated noise.
“Do you want to come, princess?” I slide a single finger inside of her.
She’s panting desperately, but she still raises an eyebrow at me with a sassy look on her face. “What do you think?”
I do everything in my power to stop my grin from taking over, but I fail miserably. “You better wipe that attitude right off that pretty face of yours. Only good girls get to come in this house.”
She scoffs playfully. “Oh, so you’re the type of man who leaves a meal unfinished? How wasteful of you.”
“Only when the meal talks back.”
She rolls her eyes. But when I pull my finger out of her, she gasps. “No! No, I’ll be good.”
I shrug, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip.
“Oliver! Please. I promise I’ll be good.”
“And how will you do that, princess?”
“I—I’ll do whatever you want. Please just make me come, Oliver.”
With a chuckle, I slide my finger back inside. Her head falls back when I curl it against her. “Anything?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse from being made to wait.
“Well, that’s good. Because I have a few things in mind. First off, tell me something you’ve always wanted to do in bed but haven’t yet.”
She straightens, her eyes big. Then shyness takes over, and she looks away. But when my finger begins to slowly inch out of her, she gives in. “I’ve always wanted to try—uh...words.” Her eyes squeeze shut.
“Words?” I curl my finger into her again, watching her writhe. “It sounds like this would be a good time for you to use some, princess.”
She makes a flustered sound that I have to stop myself from laughing at. Then, finally, she spits it out. “Degradation!” She winces. “But nothing too mean.”
I reward her with another finger sliding into her. She’s too in her head to give me examples. My mind goes over last night, at how she reacted to what we said to her—specifically any type of praise.
“Tell me, princess, do you want us to call you our pretty little slut?”
Her eyes darken, and she nods. I reward her by sucking her clit until her legs are shaking.
“Our own personal fucktoy?”
“Y-yes. Please.”
I add a third finger, finding her sensitive spot and hitting it over and over again. I want to keep exploring her likes and finding her boundaries, but this isn’t the time. I don’t want to push her and accidentally ruin the moment by triggering her.
