“You tried to escape.” He pinches a nipple, making me cry out.
“I won’t anymore. I’ll be here waiting for you. Anytime you want my pussy, it’s yours.”
“That’s what I need to hear.”
I groan in relief as his mouth is back on my clit, licking me, sending me over the edge.
“Thank you, thank you, Mr. Svensson, thank you,” I chant as he milks out the orgasm.
“Shit, Mandy, that’s fucking hot.”
“Yeah, that was pretty hot.”
“Was?”
“Seriously.”
“You’re not begging for mercy.” His hand is back in my hair.
He pushes my head forward until my nose is almost on the ground. My arms tremble, my ass up in the air. His breath is hot on me. I can’t even cry out as I’m swamped by the sensation of him. All I can do is moan helplessly as he rubs my clit, aching and raw but still craving him. Histongue fucks my pussy then moves up higher to lap at the tight opening.
“Shit,” I pant, my hips bucking forward at the sensation.
“Yeah, I like this.” His breath is hot against me. His thick fingers spread my cheeks so he can tongue me, giving me enough of a taste to make me long for his cock.
I come with his fingers on my clit and his tongue licking my hole.
He slaps my ass, and I collapse on the floor.
“I want to fuck your ass so bad right now.”
“Do it,” I say, or at least I try to. It comes out like I’m trying to talk through a mouth full of oatmeal.
I hear wine pour into a glass.
“Get on the bed,” Salinger says.
I groan.
“I said, get on the bed.” His hand is back in my hair, yanking me upright.
I stumble to sit on the bed. He lifts the glass to my mouth. I swallow some wine.
“You ready for round two?”
“Round two?” I squawk.
He’s wearing his trademark smirk. Also, considering he’s had his face in my pussy for the last twenty minutes, his hair looks unfairly awesome. He drains the glass, puts it aside.
I fall back onto the bed as he kisses me. His fingers are insistent on my aching pussy. My body seizes up. I rake my nails on his back, in his hair, as he eats me out. It doesn’t take long. He keeps going. If I could remember how to talk, I would beg for mercy.
He’s not holding me down anymore, not that it matters. My limbs are jelly. I’m not going anywhere.
Does he mean it?I wonder deliriously as the waves of pleasure build again.Will he literally eat me out until I beg for mercy?
I come again with a low moan and lay sprawled there.
“You want to quit?”
