Her body jerks and she bites her lip even harder. Clearly, she likes degradation and that works in my favour, because I love doing it.
I continue licking and teasing her inner thighs, trying to control myself from mauling her pussy.
My bite leaves a mark and I almost cum at the sight, it's like I've branded her. Oh my God.
“Please,” Adaline moans. She's being so good; she's still playing the piano and she looks so desperate.
I like it. Scratch that, I love it. I love how desperate she is for me, how badly she needs me. I just need to hear it now; I want her ravenous for me.
“Beg for me.” I order her, smirking into her skin.
“No.”
She looks so annoyed right now, like she knew I would pull some shit like this, but can she blame me? Who wouldn't want a pretty girl begging for them?
“Beg Adaline, don't make me tell you twice.” I warn her, my nails lightly digging into her thigh.
She's such a petulant little brat; she can deny me all she wants outside this, but I know she wants me right now. So, she's going to have to beg for it, because that turns me on more than anything else could.
“Please!” she whines again, louder this time and her hands stop playing, instead they move to steady herself on the bench.
So cute. She has to steady herself because she's so desperate for me.
“You can domuchbetter than that.”
She clenches her jaw. She looks so furious and whiny at the same time, it's delicious. I move closer to her cunt, hovering over it and looking up at her—telling her with my eyes that she needs to beg better.
“Fuck,” she moans out, almost like she's in unbearable pain. “Please, eat my cunt, I need you so fucking badly, Juliette—”
I can't take it anymore. I instantly plunge inside her, tongue first. I love shutting her devious little mouth up, silencing her. She rarely doesn't have something to say, so this silence is so addictive.
I hear her gasp, but I can't pay any attention to it, not when she tastes this perfect.
She tastes like pineapple and… my every darkest desire? Is that possible? why is this so perfect? Why is eating a girl out so utterly satisfying.
“Fuck!” Adaline groans, but I can barely hear her because her pussy has entranced me.
I feel her though; her hands moving to my hair as she tugs on it while I devour her. I can't get enough; I need every inch of her pussy inside my mouth. I suck on her little clit and apply some pressure and she answers by pushing my head further into her.
Damn! She is so hot. It's like my mouth knows exactly what she needs, like my mouth was made exactly for this—for her.
“You taste so perfect,” I say huskily into her pretty little pussy.
I need her closer to me. I move my hands under her thighs and in one swoop, I pick her up, her legs now on my shoulders as I stand up.
“Oh my God!” she yelps, almost shocked and turned on at the same time.
Thank God for this cheerleader strength.
I keep my tongue buried in her cunt as I turn her around, so her ass is planted on the bench but her back is leaning against the piano.
She bumps into the piano, her back hitting it, causing the keys to protest loudly, but I don't care. Right now, this piano could be drenched in every remnant of her and I wouldn't even think of cleaning it.
“Scream my name,” I mumble, circling her clit with my tongue.
She needs to remember who is doing this to her, who is making her feel so good that she's moving her head from side to side like she can't bear to breathe, whose mouth she's grinding up against like a ravenous little slut.
“Juliette!” she screams in a breathless moan.
