“That’s it. Tell me the rest.”
I swallow, tears stinging my eyes as he keeps me right on that edge, punishing me thoroughly. I’m craving him as desperately as he claims. Because everything I’ve locked away comes flooding back when I’m with him, and I might combust without the release and escape I know only he can provide me.
“E… Eat my needy cunt.” I breathe. “Let me come…please.”
He smiles against the back of my thigh.
He shoots to his feet, grasping my hair and pulling hard enough to force my eyes open, locking with his in the reflection of the mirror. He presses his body against mine, and I feel the hard length of his cock resting on my lower back as he drops his head so that his mouth hovers right over my ear.
“Look at you. Flushed and trembling. Watch yourself when you tell me that I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”
I can’t look at myself, I’m too drawn to him. My breath is rapid, lips parted as I pant, but words don’t leave my mouth.August smirks, using his free hand to slip off his glasses, bringing them around my body and holding them out in front of my face.
He tugs on my hair again. “Say it, Elena.”
“Only you,” I whimper. “Only you can make me feel this way.”
“Good girl.” He nudges the temple of his glasses to my lips. “Now, open your mouth. Hold onto these while I eat your pussy, yeah? Gotta keep you quiet somehow. I know how much you like to scream my name.”
He slips the tip into my mouth, and I bite down on it with my front teeth as he pulls his hand away. The view I present in the mirror is purely erotic. Blown pupils, flushed cheeks, glistening skin, mascara running down my cheeks from the tears brought on by his teasing. August’s glasses hang from my mouth, making me appear every bit the desperate pet he brings out in me. He smiles when my eyes flare as that realization sets in, because fuck, we both know I love it.
August drops back to his knees.
“And what are you going to call me while I’m feasting on your cunt?” he asks, hooking both thumbs inside me, spreading me open and exposing me thoroughly.
“Daddy,” I murmur, voice muffled.
He groans. And then his tongue is inside me.
“Fuck. I couldn’t forget this if I tried. Addicting.” It’s almost as if there’s longing in his voice when he whispers against my flesh, “My Little Vice.”
I collapse over the counter as he swirls his tongue, reaching deep enough that I’m clenching around it as his piercing applies a pressure to my inner walls—an intense sensation I’ve never experienced before. The pressure heightens everything, I spiral and buck against his face in an attempt to push him further.
He slips out, leaving me empty as his tongue slides up and settles over my clit. He flicks at it fast and firm, forcing my moans to reach a crescendo that has me biting the temple of his glasses so hard I fear they may crack. All of my energy, my buzzing atoms and flaming blood, rush to that place at my center, readying to peak and crash over him.
The ball of his piercing glides over my clit in a steady, fierce rhythm that has me reaching that cliff quicker than ever before, but as I jump into the freefall of bliss, he stops.
My fist slams against the counter, a guttural cry clawing from my throat, stifled by my closed mouth and clenched teeth. I’m fucking throbbing, so desperate for release that it’s painful.
August only laughs before grabbing my ankle and lifting my foot, slipping my panties off before repeating the movement with my other leg. I stand straight, glancing behind myself and down at him.
He lifts his gaze to meet mine. “We both know I can’t taste your pussy without coming in my pants.” He flicks the button on his trousers, unzipping them. “So this time, I think I’ll use yours instead.”
He pulls out his cock. It’s hard and raging—pre-cum leaking from its tip, the barbells of his ladder reflecting off the overhead light. My throat dries at the sight of it, and I want it in my mouth so goddamn bad. I’d be the one coming from taste alone.
He wraps the black lace of my underwear in his fist before taking hold of his length and pumping hard. With his free hand, he grasps my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it. “Put your knee up on the counter and give me better access, baby.” I immediately comply, willing to do anything at this point to reach release. “Good girl.”
A whimper escapes me. I can’t decide if I’m more addicted to his degradation or his praise. Or maybe it’s the way he can so deliciously deliver both at the same time.
I watch him pump himself once more, his eyes zoned into the center of my legs. He groans, like the feeling and the sight has him losing his mind the way I am.
It’s enough to have my head falling forward again, a twin sound leaving my lips.
Suddenly, another slap sounds, and my ass is flaming.
“Eyes on that mirror, Little Vice.” He smiles against the back of my thigh, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “Keep pretending you hate me while you watch yourself come on my tongue.”
I lift my head, and meet my reflection. A flush runs from my cheeks and down my chest, my gaze black with lust and need, my hair falling wildly around me, the ends of it swaying with each heave of my rapid breath.
