“Fuck,” Ramona yelled. “Oh my god, yeah.”
“Yeah?” Dylan said, then did it again. Except this time, while she flicked her tongue over Ramona’s clit, she slid two fingers inside her pussy.
“God,” Dylan said. “You take it so good. Such a gorgeous cunt.” Then Dylan put her mouth exactly where Ramona wanted it.
“More,” Ramona said. “Please, more.”
“More what?”
Ramona groaned, back arching. “Fingers. Just want to be filled.”
“That’s a good sl—” Dylan started, but then stopped, pausing in her ministrations.
Ramona blinked for a second, her cunt clenching around Dylan’s still fingers, letting that word she knew Dylan was about to use settle. She’d never been called a slut before in bed. Never even thought about it…but…fuck.
She liked it.
She liked it a lot.
“Hey,” Dylan said, her nose grazing Ramona’s thigh. “Give me a color.”
“Green,” Ramona said. “Green, green, green. Say it, please.”
“Yeah?” Dylan said. “You want to be my good slut?”
Ramona was right—she liked it so fucking much.
“Yes,” Ramona said. “God, yes.”
Dylan slid another finger inside her, tongue back on her clit.
“Teeth,” Ramona said. “Please. Bite me, Dylan, please. Leave a mark.”
“God,” Dylan said, her thumb replacing her tongue on Ramona’s clit. “Such a desperate slut for me.”
Ramona could only nod, her need at a fever pitch now. Dylan’s teeth went back to that same spot on her thigh, bit down and hummed against her. Paired with her fingers in Ramona’s pussy, her thumb circling, Ramona felt insane.
She literally felt crazy with want, with need, with desire. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard and told what to do and called a slut, and she wanted to come on Dylan’s fingers and see a bruise on her thigh, and she wanted and wanted and wanted.
“Harder,” Ramona said. “Everything, please, Dylan.”
“Such a good girl,” Dylan said against Ramona’s thigh.
And god, Ramona loved that too—the praise paired with a little mean. Jesus, Dylan Monroe was going to kill her. Actually, physically kill her.
Dylan’s free hand roamed down the outside of the thigh she was biting, and when she slapped Ramona’s skin lightly, Ramona yelled again, expletives andyesandgreenand anything she had to say to get Dylan to keep going.
“Come for me, baby girl,” Dylan said, then bit her again, sucked at her flesh, fucked her deeper and harder with her fingers.
“Oh…my…god…” Ramona rasped, hips flailing, nails scraping through Dylan’s hair. She couldn’t parse the sensations—tongue and fingers and teeth, the crack of Dylan’s palm on her skin. Her body felt like lightning, constant bolts sizzling from the sky to the ground, waiting for the thunder to boom.
And fuck, when it finally did, it crashed through her like an earthquake. She screamed, whole body arching off the bed, nails digging into Dylan’s scalp, but she couldn’tnotdig, couldn’tnotscream, it was so good, life-changing, the kind of orgasm she’d seen only in porn and assumed was half-fake. Her body felt like light, like electricity and nothing else, her pulse replacing bones and blood and muscle. She came again…then again as Dylan kept fucking her, until she finally felt her ass settle onto the bed as though she were rejoining her body from some other dimension. That’s what it felt like—dramatic and wild and almost impossible.
“Jesus Christ” was all she could say, her lungs working like she’djust finished a marathon. Hell, maybe she had. She wasn’t sure. Couldn’t even tell someone her full name right now if they asked.
Dylan slid up her body, kissing as she went and pulling giggles from Ramona’s throat. She was so sensitive, every nerve a live wire, which only increased when Dylan straddled one of her thighs, her hands on either side of Ramona’s head, lovely face above her.
“So,” Dylan said.
