I resist with every fiber of my being, doing everything I can to ignore the small circles he’s tracing. He slides in a finger, intensifying his assault on my senses. He spits again, directly on the knot, filthy, wetting it more. Infuriating me with the fact it only arouses me further.
Come on, Peighton. I cover my face, trying to focus elsewhere.
His chuckle fills the room.
“Look at me, you rebellious thing. Or will that make it harder for you to deny your body of what it wants?”
The arrogance!
My hands drop and I meet his eyes, my jaw set tight.
Oh God, those eyes. And his hair is falling forward, shadowing the storm gray pools behind black strands. I groan, but I keep my gaze locked with his, breathing heavy through my nose.
Fighting it. Fighting him.
The pleasure is building fast, too fast. Embarrassingly fast. I tremble hard, my thighs tightening, my back arching without mypermission. I literally grimace as heat floods my hips. My pussy. That spot. I’mthrobbing. I grip the sheets so tightly my knuckles ache.
“Already,” he mocks gently, wearing the sexiest smirk. “My little wife is already about to cum? Howpathetic, hm?”
I bite my lip, trying to hold the truth inside me.
He doesn’t allow it.
“Do not hide from me,” he says. “Let me hear you.”
My breath breaks. A soft, helpless noise escapes. A shaky, embarrassing moan.
He doesn’t laugh this time. He exhales a low grunt that sounds like restraint twisting into hunger.
Then he does something shocking.
He bends down and his perfect lips touch my clit, his tongue taking over in a moment that makes my breath stutter.
I gasp so loud it stirs me.
Holy—
That’s... incredible.
My swell of nerves pulses under his touch, and I’m sure he feels it under his tongue.
I look down, finding his eyes pinned up on me.
Yep. He feels it.
“Guess I’m worthy?” I whisper.
He sucks on my clit, then stops. Something mischievous twinkles in his eyes.
“Beg,” he murmurs low, demanding. “I know you want more. Beg.”
Humiliation burns through me. He has me wrapped around his finger.
“Um. Please...” My voice cracks, the pleasure clawing to burst free. “Please.”
“Say what you want.”
“I want... more.”
