“Fuck,” I hear him say, lost in the pleasure I’m finally getting, just as his taste hits my tongue.
Chapter 36
She is something else. I can’t feel my legs, and if the bed was any further I can guarantee you I would be slumping to the floor. She sucks my soul right out of me, and she’s still sitting there, butt on her heels, looking up at me. I can see her slightly shaking as her hands fist at her side as she tries to keep from touching herself.
I feel myself smirk. “Come here,” I tell her. Instantly, she stands and makes her way to me. “Are you okay with what just happened?” I check in with her, keeping my eyes on hers as I toy with the band of her underwear, making her moan.
Oh yeah, my girl needs to be touched.
“Words, or I stop,” I say, slowly dragging the front of her underwear down.
“Yes,” she barely gets out as her shaking gets more pronounced.
“Promise,” I ask. The girl was meant to be teased.
She nods her head. Instantly, I stop touching her. Her eyes spring open. She goes to complain, but I cut her off. “What’s the rule?”
“Words, or you stop,” she says, breathlessly.
“Good, so what’s your answer?” I ask, still not touching her, making her glare . . . at me.
“Promise,” she says, loud and clear.
“Good girl,” I say, fisting the front of her underwear. “Don’t forget it again.” I yank her underwear down until they hit the floor.
Then, I spin her around, giving a quick bite to one of her ass cheeks, surprising her, before standing up behind her, pulling her hair to one side, and bending down to whisper in her ear, “Now, I want you to lie on your back, hands against the headboard, with your legs spread wide, understood?”
She nods her head, but before I can correct her, she says, “Understood.”
I step around her and watch as she gets on her bed and do as instructed. “Bend your knees. Show me what’s mine.” She blushes at my command but listens nonetheless.
I love Sloane, no matter what, but seeing her like this, fully trusting me, so lost in her body, in the lust, want, and need I create in her . . . she leaves me speechless.
“Gorgeous,” I compliment her as I kneel on the foot of the bed, between her spread legs.
“Liam,” she moans as I run my hands from her ankle all the way up to where her legs meet her torso, skimming where she needs me most.
“The things I would do to you, Sloane,” I say, eyes not leaving her wet little cunt.
“Do them,” she says, surprising me. My eyes leave their mark to meet her desperate gaze.
“You sure?” I ask, giving her a smirk, enjoying where this is going.
“Please, just do something!” she almost screams, writhing on the bed in front of me.
Grabbing my still-hard cock, I give myself a couple pumps, grabbing her attention, before I tell her, “Fine then, I will. But you’re going to keep your hands on that headboard as I lick this pretty little pink pussy of yours. Got it?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Twice,” I tell her. “Move your hands and I stop and I get to come in your dangerous little mouth again and you don’t get to come at all.”
“Just touch me, Liam!” she begs, hands hovering off the headboard. This is going to be hard for her, but oh so fun for me.
I slowly move one of my hands so my finger grazes her wet entrance. Immediately, her hips undulate, looking for more.
“I think we’re going to have to invest in a better headboard,” I comment. “I can already see you’re going to have a hard time listening, and I almost feel bad for you. How about after we’re done here we try to find a new headboard,” I say as I continue to tease her entrance, keeping just out of reach of her seeking hips.
Moving up the bed, I lay my naked body over hers, not touching her, until my lips are against her ear to whisper, “One where I can make sure your hands stay where I put them.”
