“Trust me, Palomino Girl. You will. More than once.”
Challenge presented. Challenge accepted.
He gripped my legs, pushing my knees to the bed. The moment he rubbed his entire face up and down my pussy, my breath caught in my throat with a sharp cry. My fingers fisted the sheets, my body lifting from the bed in a deep arch before I realized I’d even moved. The pleasure was sublime, his technique even better than before.
Or than I’d imagined.
Holy shit, the man was hot. He wasn’t just pleasing me. He was pushing me to the point of no return where no other man would ever satisfy me the way he had.
Why did I have the distinct feeling the man knew that as well as the level of control he’d already commanded over me? Because maybe I did know him better than I cared to admit.
Even if what I’d just admitted scared the hell out of me. As terrible as it sounded, I didn’t want to crave him the way I did. Not with such deep intensity that I already felt as if I’d lost a part of myself.
Just like he wanted.
His tongue continued assaulting me in the best way, taking me to the very edge then pulling back. When I lolled my head to the side, he cracked his fingers across my pussy. Another harsh reminder that he was very much in control.
The orchestrated rhythm built even more, leading to a crescendo that I knew I couldn’t ignore. He was playing me like a fiddle, anticipating the exact pressure to use, alternating between moments of mind-blowing staccato and soulful adagio. The change in tempo and style was everything a woman could crave.
There was no holding anything back around him. There never had been.
When I pushed up from the bed again, panting to the same vibrant beats, his eyes held amusement. I was so frustrated that he was holding back my ability to climax I was ready to rip him a new one.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he let go of the dam. The orgasm dragged my breath away, the garbled sound I let go nothing that I could ever consider sensual.
But he didn’t seem to mind, making good on his promise of requiring me to come a second time.
I was so sensitive I clawed at him while gasping for air. He wasn’t interested in letting me go just yet. Forceful in the way he held me down, I had a feeling my skin would bruise from his brutal hold and in truth, that was just fine by me.
The pressure continued to build until I was certain I couldn’t take it any longer. Maybe he sensed my distress because he thrust at least four fingers inside, pumping them wildly while he sucked on my clit. That was all my body and soul could take.
I reared up from the bed again, jerking the bedding with me. Nothing could squelch the scream that flowed from my mouth. I thumped back down, taking some comfort in the softness of the mattress even while the bedspread remained scratchy to my hot, wet skin.
His actions didn’t stop for several seconds. I was exhausted, unable to move. I almost couldn’t breathe, but I managed to despite the jolts of electricity skimming through me, creating one major wildfire.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your eyes open?”
Every time he dipped his voice to the gravelly level, I couldn’t think clearly. This time the sound vibrated deep within my system. I did as he commanded, staring into his deep baby blues as he leaned over me.
They were dark and foreboding, more promises made of fulfilling lurid desires. He dropped his eyes to my lips as I pursed them together, surprising me when he thrust a finger into my pussy, pumping several times before rolling the tip around my lips.
“Like I told you, Palomino Girl, you’re mine for the night. I already made you come twice.” He cocked his head, taking a deep breath while driving the juice-covered finger into my mouth. “Now, I’m going to do it again. Over and over. After that, you’ll beg me for more.”
“I don’t think so.”
His head remained in the same position as he fingerfucked my mouth. There was something entirely too sexual about what he was doing. I couldn’t move or think clearly.
But I could suck without being told.
Very slowly, his lips upturned, the brightness in his eyes returning. “We shall see about that. You always did enjoy pushing my every button. The difference is that I’m now in a position to do something about it. For as long and as hard as I desire. Get ready, Palomino Girl. The night is just getting started.”
He climbed off the bed, backing away and unfastening his jeans. Where he wasted no time with mine, with his he was purposely taunting me.
Finally, when he was completely naked, he returned to the bottle of whiskey, even grabbing two glasses from the wet bar. All three were placed on the nightstand with some sense of detail. He swiped the bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig, thumping it down with enough force that I blinked. He glared at the canopy over the bed, twisting his hand around the fabric.
“Don’t rip it down. It’s kind of sexy, just like you.”
His grin didn’t match his hooded eyes, but he lowered his hand.
