I smile and open my eyes. “And we haven’t even done anything yet,” I say.
“Oh, but I’m about to, because fuck if I’ll let you walk away without making that pretty pussy of yours come under my command.” With a grin, he gets on his knees before me, spreads my legs wider, and hoists my right leg over his shoulder. “No barriers, remember?” he recalls my demand from our previous encounter.
“No barriers,” I concede. I’m out of breath as I watch him lift my dress up through its v-cut, and when he groans after seeing the silver satin of my underwear, I move my hips forward – silently asking him to get me out of my fucking misery.
I don’t care if someone walks in on us right now. I’m way past the point of return with this man. I’m drugged on him; exalted by the very essence of him.
“Hold this for me,” Dorran orders, referring to the lifted opening in my dress.
I do as I’m told, then suck in a breath when he haphazardly pushes my underwear to the side, parts my pussy lips, and leans in to kiss my clit.
“Dorran…” I moan, and use my free hand to run my fingers through his curls.
He grabs my ass and pulls my hips forward, then takes my clit into his mouth before pressing his teeth onto it.
I arch my back at the delicious pressure, and at the dull, throbbing pain in my ribs from my still-healing bruises, then tighten my hold on his hair when he alternates between licking and sucking my mound.
“Keep those eyes on me, Little Swan,” he says, meeting my gaze. “I want you to watch me as I fuck you with my tongue.” His warm breaths brush against my aching pussy, making my legs tremble a little.
Dorran runs his nose over my bud, drags his tongue over my slit, then circles it on my entrance before pushing it in.
“Fuck!” I cry out. “Harder, Dorran.” I keep my eyes on him, and watch as his head bobs back and forth with each unrelenting thrust of his tongue.
The sound of wet skin against my arousal fills the silence around us, and it’s so fucking filthy, yet so fucking hot, that I grin down at Dorran.
He returns it, then curls his tongue inside me, making me rise on my tiptoes as a wave of heated pleasure rolls through me.
I grip his hair tighter, then rock my hips in time with his tongue.
Dorran groans. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he says. “Ride my face. Just like that. Use me without restraint.”
I move faster, and he pulls his tongue out of me before bringing his mouth back to my clit again. He sucks on it, tugs at it, then repeats, making me lose sense of everything around me.
“Pinch your nipple,” he orders against my skin. “Tell me how hard it is; tell me it fuckinghurtsbecause of how good I’m making you feel right now.” He squeezes my ass, then brings a hand forward before slipping two fingers inside me.
“Oh God,” I rasp, and my eyelids flutter as my release builds under his touch. I cup my exposed left breast, then roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, only to hiss when a painful buzz zaps through it. “So good.” My hand slips away from his hair, and I press my palm on the wall next to my waist.
“Mmm.” Dorran smirks up at me as he finger-fucks me faster, and presses the pad of his thumb over my clit. I can see my cum glistening on his lips and chin, and that drives me mad in a way I can’t explain.
He glances between my legs, and his gaze darkens to the point where it looks black when he whispers, “You’re dripping down my fucking fingers, Cignette. Christ, look at that compliant pussy stretching for me.” He increases his pace.
“Dorran…”
“You close?” he asks, his voice like dark velvet.
“Yes,” I breathe, and my body jerks against the wall. “Dorran, please.”
His gaze seers into mine. “Clench around my fingers,” he commands.
I do, and he in turn increases his speed.
A sharp moan rings out of me at the burning sensation that courses through my pussy, and Dorran chuckles. “You’re so pretty like this, Little Swan – taking every bit of the pleasure I’m giving you.” He curls his fingers inside me and continues fucking me with them. “Come undone for me. Show me how you let go.”
And that does it for me. I press the back of my head against the wall, arch further against it, and tremble as my orgasm takes over. My clit throbs, and heat pulses through my center. My ears buzz, and my vision turns spotty. I close my eyes and scream Dorran’s name – completely blatant as I express how he makes me feel, and what he does to me.
He pulls his fingers out of me, grabs my hips, and brings his mouth back on my pussy. He all but laps on my sensitive core, and eats me out with crazed resolution.
His tongue flicks my slit, and every other second, he makes a husk-like noise in the back of his throat that’s so fucking hot.
