At this point,it seemed a miracle that I wasn’t a mewling pile of horniness, yeah? Fuck me, I don’t think I’deverbeen as turned on as when Garrak growled those commands to me. And when he called me those deliciously dirty words?
Yes please.
So when he finally—finally!—stood, and I got to see that thick cock in his jeans? When he made his way around the table, his green eyes promising satisfaction? I think I more or less fell into his arms.
Garrak caught me, one hand going to the back of my neck while the other landed unerringly on my pussy.
We both groaned as he pushed one finger inside me. No hesitation, no foreplay. Just his thick, callused finger in me, and his mouth on mine.
He slowly stroked me as his tongue played. I caught the ridges between my teeth, tugging, and he growled low in his chest as his hold on me tightened.
“You’re trying to make me lose control?” he murmured against my jaw as he kissed his way toward my ear. “Won’t work. Lift your leg so I can feel your cunt.”
I trembled at his coarse language, but didn’t hesitate to obey, planting my foot on the chair once more. He slid a second finger inside me, and my hips bucked against his touch.
“That’s it,” he rumbled, stroking me. “There’s my cunt.”
Garrak curled his fingers deep inside me, hitting a spot behind my clitoris that had me gasping and jerking desperately. He used his hold on my neck to tip me backwards so he could capture one breast in his mouth as he stroked me from theinside. The ridges of his tongue scraped against my sensitive nipple, but I couldn’t focus on that when he ground the heel of his palm against my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, God,please.”
I felt him smile, felt his arrogant pleasure at my desperation, as he curled his fingers again and again…and then he caught my nipple in his teeth, and I exploded.
“Garrak!” I wailed, bucking and writhing against him as my orgasm crashed over me. He held his fingers still, allowing me to grind atop them, eking out each microsecond of pleasure.
At long last, I pressed my cheek to his chest, panting, his fingers still inside me. He dropped a kiss to the top of my head.
“Good girl.”
But…I wasn’t, was I? I’d taken my pleasure from him, butGarrakhadn’t received any. I could still feel the thick, hard bar of his erection pressed between his leg and my stomach. Cautiously, I lifted my gaze to his.
Garrak hummed, as if he understood my question. “Not enough?” he crooned as he curled his fingers again, stroking me. “You’re not satisfied?”
“No, I—” I broke off with a gasp as he pressed against my clit, and a fresh wave of arousal swamped me.
“That’s what I thought,” he rumbled. He bent again, his lips to my temple as he stroked me. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you? My obedient cunt likes to be finger-fucked?”
Oh God, each time he said something filthy like that, I belonged to him a little bit more.
“Garrak, I want…”
I couldn’t articulate what I wanted, but I suppose I didn’t have to. As always, Garrak knew. He understood.
Straightening, he used his hold on my hair to gently tip my head back, to meet his bright green gaze. He looked so primal, soferal.
Hunt. Catch. Fuck. Was that really all this was about?
“Please?” I whimpered.
He stroked my pussy again, causing me to shudder, as he studied me thoughtfully. “This isn’t enough for you, sweetheart? You want to come on my cock like a good little slut?”
I couldn’t nod because of his hold on my hair, but my eyes widened in excitement. “Yes,” I whispered eagerly. “Now?”
“Now,” he agreed, and I almost wept with relief as he pulled his fingers from me.
His hands went to my waist, lifting me, placing me on the table. He swept the chips and cards from the surface, and I scooted backward, giving us plenty of space. I grasped for him, but he stepped back, reaching for the button of his jeans with one hand while the other… When he, still holding my gaze hotly, sucked the two fingers which had been inside me into his mouth?
I shuddered. It should have been disgusting, but it wasn’t.
