“Mmmm, so bossy one minute, but begging the next. Please, what?" I slip one finger inside her, groaning at how tight she is. "Tell me what you need."
"Need you to stop being such a fucking tease and make me come."
I add another finger, curling them just right. “After the week you put me through? The socks. The sweaters. The ring pops.My fucking shirt.” I pick up the pace. "I don't think so, Squirt. You're going to earn it."
Her back arches off the bed with a growl in her throat. “I hate you."
“You go ahead and hate me. Because your pussy doesn’t.” I press my tongue flat against her clit. "Feel how she's gripping my fingers? So desperate for it."
"Fuck," panting, she writhes under me—wild and chaotic. Every muscle pulls taut. Her sounds grow more frantic and desperate as she chases her release.
Sweat dots her skin as her gasps turn into tortured groans.
Look at you climb, baby.
"That's it, let me hear you." I suck her clit between my lips. "Show me how much you love my mouth on your pussy."
Curling my fingers deeper, I add pressure in just the right spot that has her twisting away from the pleasure.
She can fight it, she can rail against losing control, but she’ll never stop it.
She sucks in a harsh breath, the air skidding to a clean stop deep in her lungs. Her back bows helplessly under the onslaught of tension.
And when that breath finally releases, her hips buck against my face, and the scream tears through her, barely muffled by the pillow she’s biting.
A victim to her own body now, I don’t let her ride it out and come down.
Fuck that.
I haven’t come down once from what she’s been doing to me this week—every look, every touch, every tease driving me closer to the edge.
I don’t need any help living up to the nickname…
That’s what she said.
Too bad—she’s getting one anyway.
I unleash a frenzy on her clit with the pads of my fingers, jerking side to side relentlessly, until she snaps.
She comes hard, my name a broken cry ripped from her lips, soaking my face, my tongue, and the sheets beneath her as I work her through it.
I stay on her as she falls apart, pulling every broken whimper from her until she’s trembling, wrecked, and a mess beneath me.
When her breathing slows, her chest still heaving, and her skin flushed to perfection, I crawl up her body and crush my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself slick and hot on my lips.
She sucks my tongue hard, filthy, and desperate, like she can’t get enough, and fuck if I don’t want to ruin her all over again.
“Mmmmm,” I growl against her lips. "Getting off on tasting yourself on my tongue."
She nips my bottom lip. "Just wait until I taste your cock on my tongue."
Fuck.
I pull back, locking my gaze on hers, my grin sharp. “We’re just getting started. My mission? Carve our initials inside you, stroke by relentless stroke. Think you’ll survive?”
Her eyes darken with desire, and she smirks right back at me. "Bring it on, soldier boy.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
