I grip his shoulders again, panting. “That’s just cruel.”
“That’s just beginning.” He leans in again.
This time his fingers plunge inside me while his tongue flicks my clit.
In and out. In and out.
Brutal.
Fast.
Relentless.
And then his fingers stop, resting inside me, only to curl repeatedly against that sweet spot.
While his tongue focuses on my clit.
I’m sopping, dripping down his wrist. The heat is expanding outward from my core, reaching all the way to my extremities.
My toes curl.
Close--
So close--
Fuck fuck--
And yet again he stops.
Tears away.
I sob. “Why?!”
“Beg,” he commands.
“Please,” I whimper. Not even embarrassed anymore. “Gregory, please. Let me cum.”
He studies me a moment, his own eyes dark with need. But he doesn’t move.
Finally, he inserts his fingers. Slowly. And he starts to curl them again, building up the heat inside me once more.
He leans forward. His tongue circles my clit with perfect pressure. His teeth graze.
More.
More.
I shamelessly start to grind against him.
He wants me to face fuck him?
Fine. I’ll face fuck him.
Yes.
There it is.
There--
