“I want—” She swallows hard, still not looking at me. “I want your mouth.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“I want to hear you say it.” I curl my fingers against that spot inside her that makes her gasp, then pull them out completely.She whines at the loss—actually whines—and it takes everything I have not to laugh. “Say it or I stop.”
“On my—” Her voice cracks. “On my pussy. I want your mouth on my pussy.”
I don’t give her time to feel embarrassed about it. I drop between her thighs and bury my face in her cunt like I’m starving for it.
Because I am.
She tastes like salt and arousal and something musky underneath that’s purely her. I’ve been thinking about this for days—imagining how she’d taste, how she’d smell, how she’d sound with my tongue inside her—and reality is better than anything I imagined.
I lick through her folds and she moans, this desperate little sound that she immediately tries to swallow. I do it again just to hear her fight with herself. Again. Again. Each time she gets a little louder, a little less controlled, a little more obvious about how much she needs this.
“You taste so fucking good.” I spread her wider with my thumbs, open her up so I can see everything. Her clit is swollen and flushed, twitching every time my breath hits it. “Like you were made for my mouth.”
“Roman—”
I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard.
Her back arches off the couch and she screams—actually screams—and I hold her down with one arm across her hips while I keep sucking. She’s trying to close her legs, trying to get away from the intensity, but I don’t let her. I force her thighs open with my shoulders and eat her cunt like I own it.
“Please—” She’s pulling my hair now, hurting me. “It’s too much, I can’t—”
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them against her g-spot while my tongue works her clit. She goes rigid, every muscle locking up, and I know she’s close.
I pull back.
“No—” Her hips chase my mouth, trying to get the contact back. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I circle her clit with my thumb, light and teasing, nowhere near enough to get her off. “Tell me who owns this pussy and I’ll let you come.”
Her face twists—shame, anger, need all fighting for control.
“You.” The word comes out choked. Furious. “I belong to you.”
“Say it again.”
“I belong to you, Roman. Now please—”
I reward her with my mouth.
I suck her clit hard while my fingers fuck into her with a rhythm designed to shatter her. She’s sobbing now, tears streaming down her face.
“Give it to me.” I thrust my fingers harder. “Now.”
She breaks.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers so hard it hurts and she’s screaming my name, her whole body convulsing while I work her through it. I don’t ease up, just keep my mouth on her clit and my fingers inside her until she’s begging me to stop.
“Too much—Roman, please, it’s too much—”
