My throbbing cock aches, urging me to try something new, just to see how badly I can make her squirm.
So I do. I lick, nip, and suck her clit, her lips, fast then slow.
Heat coils through me when she reacts, clenching and writhing against my tongue.
When she moans, I growl a warning for her to stay quiet.
She mouths, I’m sorry, and I keep glowering as I pleasure her anyway.
I hate that I have to silence her. One day, soon enough, I won’t.
For now, if this is all we have, I’m taking it. I change how I lick her, teasing her sex with the tip of my tongue, spreading her lips with my thumbs.
Desire bursts from within when her wetness spills down my chin.
I’m hard to the point of pain. Her need. Her senseless, hushed pleas. She does that to me.
“Oh my God.” The roots of my hair burn from her grip. It’s a struggle to keep her in place when she’s aching to come. “Please, Knox. Please.”
“Be quiet when you’re moaning my name like that,” I breathe over her wetness.
“Okay, okay.”
As a reward, I press an open-mouthed kiss to her pretty pussy before going right back to eating her out.
Fuck, now I’m the one almost moaning.
Minutes blur as she’s grinding on my face, her tears streaking down her cheeks.
But she’s not coming. That’s when I remember her clit. How flicking my tongue over it gave me that breathless sound and more of her need dripping on me.
That’s where I go.
“You’re gonna come for me.” Since she loved being tongue-fucked, I slide two fingers into her up to the first knuckle, as far as my tongue did. “Gonna let yourself feel good. So good.”
Then I flick my tongue on her clit. Once, twice, and it happens.
Her body spasms, her mouth falling open on a silent scream.
She pulses around my fingers, her arousal leaking down my wrist.
I watch, drinking in the arch of her neck when her head tips back. The flutter of her lashes as she clamps her eyes shut.
The pulse at the base of her throat still pounds from the orgasm I keep wringing out of her.
It ends only when I pull out of her pussy, grab my knife, and press the blade to the inside of her thigh.
Cold steel kisses her skin.
At the feel of the blade, her gaze cuts to me, chin dipped, pussy clenching and unclenching.
Confusion flickers across her face before it hardens into horror.
My entire body comes alive.
Her lips move in the shape of the wordNo.
“Yes.” I rise to my feet, my palm flattening on her stomach, pressing her hard to the table.
