“Until I’m bored with you,”I replied, stopping myself from adding‘but I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of toying with you.’She glared at me, a thousand daggers aimed in my direction before she blinked them away.“Stop delaying the inevitable, Kiki. I’ve shown you what will happen if you deny my request, or would you like another little reminder? Maybe this time, I’ll send the picture of you on your knees to Alec.”
Her features twisted into a snarl before she snatched her wine from the table and finished the glass in one go. Slamming it back down—somehow managing to not break the stem—she slumped back in her chair, her gaze fixed on me as she slowly spread her legs.
My eyes instantly dropped to her cunt, and my mouth watered. I was like a fucking addict, unable to resist the lure of the drug in front of me.
Kiera stroked a hand over her thigh, moving her finger to her clit. She began rubbing it in small circles, her breath coming out in small pants. My cock throbbed, the tip leaking pre-cum and dampening the material of my boxers.
With monumental effort, I didn’t move, resisting the urge to wrap my hand around my length and stroke it in time with Kiera’s hand. But I wanted to focus on her. I wanted to learn how she made herself come.
Her chest rose and fell as her movements became quicker, and when she lowered her hand to her entrance and pressed two fingers inside her, I almost lost control. Especially when she removed the digits, and they glistened with evidence of her arousal.
She trailed her juices over her clit, resuming her ministrations. Her body tensed before she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.“I can’t.”
Frustration laced her tone, and she removed her hand. When she peeked at me, my head tilted to the side at seeing the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.I stared at her for several seconds, my brain attempting to comprehend why she couldn’t come. It was like she had a mental blockthatprevented her from falling over the edge.
She needed a distraction from whatever plagued her. Before I knew what I was doing, I crossed to her.
“Lie back,”I instructed, hovering over her.
With an unspoken question etched on her face, she shifted to lie down, and I positioned myself between her legs, the scent of her arousal floating up and making my cock throb unbearably with a desperate need to drive into her.
I would fuck her. But not until I’d made her come, no matter how longthattook.
Licking along her slit, my tongue twirled around her swollen bud, the delicious tangthatI’d been craving since the first time I tasted her hitting my taste buds and traveling straight to my balls. Life was fucking unfair sometimes. Why did the pussy of the woman I hated have to taste so damn fucking good?
“Oh, God,”Kiera groaned, her hips grinding against my face as I lashed my tongue against her clit.
Her hands laced through my hair, her fingers tugging on the strands as I flicked, licked, and twirled my tongue. On either side of my head, her legs began to tense, but only for a moment before they relaxed again.
I looked up at her, finding her eyes closed, but frustration twisted onto her features. Not ready to give up on making her come, I shifted to move my hand up.“Let’s see how many fingers this tight little cunt can take, shall we?”
Kiera’s panic-filled eyes snapped open as I thrust two fingers inside her, moving them back and forth, and curling them so the tips pressed against her inner walls.
“Ah, fuck. Jackson,”she moaned, her tone filled with need. Removing my fingers, I thrust them back in with a third finger, her tight hole stretching as I pumped my hand, watching in awe as her pussy swallowed the digits. Her hips lifted off the couch.“Oh. My fuck…”
I couldn’t help but grin at hearing the thick desire coating her voice. I’d bet my last fucking dollarthatAlec had never seen or heard Kiera like this. Nor would he. He obviously didn’t give a fuck about pleasuring Kiera.
A little voice in the back of my head told methatI shouldn’t care about pleasing her either, but on this one occasion, I chose not to listen. I wanted to be the only man who could make Kiera Carter come for him.
Pulling my fingers free, I lowered my mouth to wrap my lips around her clit to suck it. This time, when I shoved my fingers back inside her, I included a fourth one. Her back bowed, her hands gripping my hair tighter as she held my face against her pussy, chasing her orgasm.
“Jackson, please….oh god…I’m so close,”she mewed.
I could have been an evil bastard and stopped what I was doing, and a week ago, I would have. But determination powered me on.
Pumping my fingers in time with my frantic licking, sucking, and nibbling, Kiera’s moans and pants grew louder, and each one made my cock ache. I may have hated her, but fuck, I loved hearing the noise she made when she was so fucking ready to let go.
With another pump of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, her whole body tensed as she screamed my name, her juices gushing as she came over my face. I continued lapping up her release, and when I couldn’t take it any longer, I quickly sat up, flipped her onto her front, and pulled my cock free, not giving her any time to recover.
Lining myself up, I thrust into her soaking cunt, my gaze dropping to watch how she stretched around me. I grabbed her hips, pounding roughly in and out of her, my balls tightening as I chased my own climax.
Kiera’s body began to shake underneath me, and knowing she was close to another orgasm, I reached around to find her clit, pinching it between my thumb and finger.“I want another one, Kiki,”I panted.“Come for me, my beautiful slut.”
“Jackson…I…fuck!”
Her pussy clamped down around me as another orgasm detonated in her body, setting off my own. Buried deep inside her, I emptied my load, painting her inner walls with my release, and throwing my head back as pure ecstasy washed through me.
For several seconds, the only sound echoing through the cottage was our combined pants as we both regained our breath. Pulling free of her, my come leaking out of her, she met my gaze over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, and a sated grin on her face.
