He hisses, the muscle on his jaw flexing but he smiles. It’s lopsided but smug as fuck. “Is that what you want, Josie?” He lets go of the string and slides his fingers down my ass cheeks, curving them inward until they’re gliding over my covered pussy. His finger coasts over the wet material leisurely, painfully slow. “Want me to taste you?” My eyes flutter and I don’t realize we’re moving until I’ve opened them again. “Want me to lick it?” He stops in front of one of the lounge chairs. “Want me to defile your soaking wet cunt? Is that what you want, Josie?”
I struggle but somehow still manage to nod. “It’s what I need. Do it now.”
He gently sits me down on the chair and crouches in front me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Sayplease.”
“Daniel,” I warn, feeling immensely dizzy and like I’ve got a fever. “Don’t start. After all, you said I could use you. This isn’t about you, it’s about me. So make yourself useful.” I snap my fingers. It’s a bit degrading, but he wanted me to use him.
He darkly chuckles and towers over me. I don’t miss the wet stain on his briefs. There’s nothing more I’d love than to suck him off, and I contemplate it, but I’m pushed back and my legs are spread before I can decide.
Daniel hovers over me, placing both hands on either side of my head. His chain dangles over my face then the safety pin grazes my nose. I glance at it, but he grabs it and almost as if he were embarrassed about it, drags it around so that it’s at his back.
“No questions,” he says, reminding me of what I said earlier.
I warily nod, despite wanting to do that. He notices my apprehension and smiles at me, the sheepish look on his face gone, replaced with a smoldering one.
“You’re breathtaking.” His voice is wanton, dripping with need. I squeeze my thighs, moaning when he drags his lips down to my throat and collarbone, and when he reaches the swell of my breast, I hold my breath. “Goddamn, Josie.” He inhales a deep breath as if he were memorizing the scent of me. He drags his tongue over my breast, over my bra, before he bites down on the seam of the cup and pulls it back, exposing my breast.
Daniel tips his head back, staring up at the dark orange almost purple sky and mouths,Fuck. His eyes drop to mine, he slowly shakes his head, he licks his lips, and then he says, “You’re a fucking godsend.”
I sit up on my elbows, smirking. “Praising me doesn’t work.” Oh, it does, I’m certain I’m wetter than before, but I’m desperate to feel him on me.
“No?” he questions innocently, drawing the stiff peak of my nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll back, head lolling back. “You don’t like getting told you’re a good girl, Josie? You don’t want to hear that you’re doing a good job?” He bites my nipple and pays the other the same attention, sucking and biting it but just barely.
“No.” My body breaks out in goose bumps, and a whimper clings to the tip of my tongue as he drags his tongue down my stomach, leaving a wet trail until it’s at the waistband of my thong. “I don’t.”
“Okay.” He shrugs indifferently, and I almost take it back, but I freeze when he drags his tongue further down. His nose brushes the seam of my pussy over the cotton material, and his tongue flicks ever so gently. “You won’t care to hear this, but I love how wet you are. I love how good you’re being for me right now. How you’ve got your legs spread for me, ready to get yourpussy eaten. And I know you like—no youlovethis, Josie. You like being told you’re being a good girl, don’t you?”
I don’t bother to bite back my moan, and I do it again when he drops to his knees in front of me, wraps his hands around my thighs, pulls the cotton away from my pussy, and swipes his tongue over my slit.
“Oh.” My back bows, my breasts bouncing as I jerk.
“Fine, you don’t have to answer. Either way, I’ll be hearing you scream all about it.” He cockily smirks.
“Righhh—” He lifts his tongue to my clit, circling around it before he flicks his tongue over it repeatedly. My eyes widen and I lose the ability to breathe. “Holy shit,” I gasp, jaw dropping when he flicks faster before he comes to an abrupt stop and sucks it. “Fuck!” I moan loud, thankful the neighbors don’t live too close. “Oh God…” I whimper, my legs shaking and hips bucking.
He just started. There’s no way I’m about to…my eyes roll to the back of my head, body going still before I spasm. I’m shaking against him as he continues to suck my clit despite it pulsing incessantly.
I’m panting, almost on the verge of tears, because I can’t stop coming. Jesus, fuck. “Daniel, I need…” He thrusts a finger inside me and eases the hold on my clit. “Slow down. Oh God.” I can’t breathe.
“Is that what you want, baby?” He laps me, long and slow. “You want me to slow down?” he taunts teasingly, and I swear he’s smirking, but I don’t know; I can’t bring myself to look.
Wait, did he just call me baby? I must be hallucinating.
Slowly and gently, he slips in his finger again then adds another and curls them just a little until I’m seeing stars.
“Jos, baby, you okay?” He thrusts faster, sucking my clit into his mouth.
Incoherent words tumble out of my mouth. I feel delirious, holy…oh God.
He lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his fingers stroking me in a lazy way. I slouch against the lounge chair, my head heavy and dizzy, and I whine.
I can’t believe I did that.
“Stop looking at me.” I sigh flustered, eyes fluttering.
“I asked you a question,” he condescendingly says.
I drag my fingers through his hair—God, it’s so silky—and he softly groans before he hisses as I fist it. “You know the answer to that.”
