I swallow. "Yes."
"Do I put your nipple in my mouth? Pull it between my teeth before soothing it with my tongue? Or do I fuck them because you've been a bad girl who needs to be taught a lesson?"
Jesus fucking holy hell.
I've never imagined him fucking my breasts but why do I now want that?
"I-I. . .uh. . ." I'm at a complete loss of words.
"Do you want to know if reality is better than what you imagined?"
I nod my head.
He narrows his eyes down at me. Then he takes my nipple and pinches it through the thin fabric. A shot of pain goes down my spine while at the same time pleasure zaps straight down to my pussy.
"Use your voice, Grace or I'll fuck your throat so hard you'll have a reason to not answer me." His delicious threat has my pussy clenching and dripping wet.
"Yes," I finally say.
He arches a brow. "Yes to what, baby? Me throat fucking you or finally having my way with your gorgeous tits?"
"Either."
His eyes flare. I'm curiously wondering what he'll do. Hell, part of me wants to be punished with his cock shoved down my throat.
He hums deeply, appreciatively. "We will save that mouth for another time," he tells me and I'm only focusing on how he said another time. He's already committing to doing this again. Thank fuck. "You've finally claimed victory, Grace. I've admitted defeat. It's about time you reap the rewards that come with your win."
I watch with hungry eyes as he unclasps my bra and pulls the straps down my arms. I let it fall behind me as I stand with my chest jutted out and proud. My nipples are hard and desperately wanting attention. But he shocks me when I see him fall to his knees, and then he strips me of my jean shorts and thong in one go. He places an opened mouth kiss on my stomach. The heat returns there, pooling.
Unexpectedly his arm comes behind my thighs and he throws me over his shoulder. I squeal, taken by surprise and let out a shocked breath as my back lands on the bed.
I raise myself up on my elbows and ogle as he takes off his shirt.
I lick my lips at the sight. And what a god damned fucking sight it is. It honestly should be a crime for him to wear clothes. A man with that perfect physique should always be walking around in the nude.
And his tattoos only add to the sex appeal.
I've always been a sucker for a man with tattoos.
Eagerly, I wait for him to continue but he doesn't. Instead he prowls closer to me.
Then once he is at the foot of the bed he grabs ahold of my ankles and pulls my ass down to the edge of the bed.
Next he bends my legs at the knee and spreads me wide.
My cheeks flame and it travels down my neck and spreads like wildfire across my chest.
I know what he's seeing.
My aching dripping pussy that is throbbing for him.
He groans then, a deep groan filled with pleasure. And at that sound all the embarrassment I was feeling just a second ago leaves me.
"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he says in a voice that doesn't even sound like his own. It's darker, deeper, richer. A voice I can get drunk from. A voice that will have me doing anything he wishes.
He gets down on his knees and brings his face right in front of it, inhaling the scent of me. A deep groan of pleasure escapes him. He licks his lips hungrily. "Lie back, baby," he instructs me and I raise a brow. "I'm fucking starving."
I don't even have time to lie back as his tongue darts inside my pussy. I fall back on the bed as my hands fists the duvet.
