She blinks. “What?”
“Get on the counter.” As I say the words, I boost her onto the counter while yanking down her shorts and panties and tossing them behind me, effectively removing her choice to listen or not.
She cocks an eyebrow. “I thought we were going slow?”
“Fuck slow.” I haul her ass to the edge of the counter, toss her thighs over my shoulders, and inhale her sweet scent. Her sex is swollen and glistening with desire. “I could live on this pussy for the rest of my life. Hell, I don’t need food. I intend to feast on this pussy for the rest of my life.”
Her eyes dance with humor as if she wants to challenge my statement, so I cock my head to the side and wait.
And wait.
The smile drops from her lips. “Are you going to stand there with my ass hanging in the air and do nothing?”
“Maybe.”
Her fingertips dig at the counter. “Why?”
“Because.”
“Because why?” she growls out between clenched teeth.
“Because you have me wrapped around your little finger, and I need to–”
“If you don’t put your mouth on me in the next–”
That’s better. I grin as I lean down and slide my tongue along her seam, collecting her sweetness and effectively shutting her up.
Not that I care that she has me wrapped around her little finger. I don’t. I’d do anything for her or Grace, but she was getting too cocky.
And more importantly, I love to watch her eyes sharpen with anger. It makes my dick hard enough to split her in two.
I grasp her thighs and devour her sex, sliding up her length, sucking her swollen lips, and diving in and out of her core. Taking her to the edge and back while reveling in her litany of moans of pleasure intermixed with ‘Please’ and ‘More.’ Her words spur me on, but I stay away from her clit. I want her as out of control as I feel.
She braces her legs against my back and wiggles her ass. “Please.”
I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her. Yet. Not yet. Not until she’s out of her mind with want.
I slip my tongue deeper into her heat, thrusting against her swollen, tight muscles.
“Please,” she moans with desperation bleeding through the word.
Almost there. I kneed her ass. God, I love this woman.
“Damn it,” she growls and wraps her legs around my head, shoving my nose into her clit and grinding against me.
She’s pure perfection.
I lean back and stare into her eyes, which is more difficult than it sounds, with her thighs wrapped around my head. But the view is worth it. The fire in her eyes makes my blood sing.
“If you move one more inch, I’m going to snap your neck.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I slide my tongue along her clit, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. “That’s it. Show me how much you like it.”
I release her thigh with one hand and slide it through her soaked slit. “You’re so fucking wet and desperate for me. I love seeing you beg. I love knowing you’ll tell me what you want. Demand what you want.” I slip a finger into her pussy as her innermost walls suck me deeper.
“Oh, my God, yes.” She arches her hips until my finger is completely seated inside of her. “I’m so close to coming. Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s my girl.” I suck her clit between my lips and curl my finger, striking against her G-spot.
