And I’d never been more turned on in my life.
He leaned down and kissed me. Deep. Possessive. His tongue claiming my mouth while his hands roamed my body.
Then his mouth moved lower.
He kissed down my neck. My collarbone. Took one nipple into his mouth and sucked until I whimpered. Then the other. Back and forth until I was writhing beneath him, pulling against the restraints.
“Prime, please?—”
“Please what?” He looked up at me, that arrogant smirk on his face. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Say it.”
I swallowed my pride. “Touch my pussy. Please.”
“That’s my good girl.”
His hand slid between my legs, fingers parting my pussy lips, finding me already soaking wet.
“Damn,” he murmured. “All this for me?”
“Yes. All for you.”
He slid one finger inside me. Then two. Curling them, finding that spot that made my back arch off the bed.
“You’re so tight,” he said, pumping his fingers slowly. “So wet. This pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes—”
“Say it.”
“This pussy was made for you.”
“Who does it belong to?”
“You. It belongs to you, Prime.”
“That’s right.”
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was moving down my body, positioning himself between my legs, his breath hot against my core.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded. “Watch me eat this pussy.”
I looked down, meeting his gaze as his tongue made contact.
The sensation was electric. His tongue sliding through my folds, circling my clit, dipping inside me. All while those blue eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Oh God?—”
“Not God. Prime.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and my thighs clamped around his head.
He ate me like a man starved. Like my pussy was the only thing keeping him alive. His tongue relentless, his fingers joining in, working me from the inside while his mouth destroyed me from the outside.
