“What about here?” he asked, sliding his finger down to the snug entrance of her pussy. He pushed in to the first knuckle. “You want my tongue here?”
“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes closing.
“Me, too.” He lowered himself to his knees. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about tastin’ you again. Lettin’ you fuck my tongue with your sweet little cunt.”
She whimpered.
“I’m hungry, baby,” he warned, licking her soft pink flesh.
“Stone, please.”
He slipped his hands under her ass, lifting her to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss on her clit, smiling when she grunted her disappointment.
“That’s not enough for you?”
“Lick me, Stone,” she demanded.
“I think someone forgot who’s in charge.” He bit her labia, then licked away the sting. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll remind you.”
***
He was going to kill her slowly.
Stevie should’ve expected it. And maybe she did. Maybe her inner bad girl was hoping he would punish her the way he used to. The man was responsible for teaching her what she liked. She’d been too young back then to know, but he’d had no problems letting her set her own path. She knew she wouldn’t be the woman she was if she hadn’t met him.
Stone’s tongue trailed over and around, licking, nipping, teasing, but never where she wanted him. She tried to be quiet, hoping he would reward her for her patience.
Only they both knew she had none. Zero. Not when it came to him and his skilled mouth. The man ate pussy like it was both a delicacy and a dessert. Sometimes, he savored; others, he devoured. Problem was, Stevie wasn’t sure which he was in the mood for.
“Look at those pretty nipples,” he said, his rough words vibrating over her skin. “Pinch them for me.”
She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to hold her legs backanddo what he wanted. It took a moment for her to realize she could do both, but it required her to contort her body into a less-than-comfortable position, her arms curling under her knees.
“That’s better,” he said as he dipped his tongue into her pussy, fucking her, tormenting her.
Did she mention the position made her even more vulnerable to his wicked tongue? It was impossible to focus while he was doing that. She pinched and tugged her nipples, the sensation warring with the delectable things he was doing between her legs.
But when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, she lost her grip, her inner muscles clenching as pleasure stole through her.
“Ahh. That’s what you needed, huh?”
“Stone…”
He continued to play with her clit, flicking it, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue, then flicking it again.
“I can’t!” she told him, her hands returning to her legs as she pulled them to her chest, desperately urging him to send her over.
Stone chuckled and the vibrations nearly did her in.
“One, Stevie. I’ll let you come one time, but only to take the edge off.”
“Yes.” She rocked, trying to get more friction on her clit, when he licked her again. “Please, Stone. Oh, God. Make me come.”
He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, sending shards of electricity through her, shorting out her circuits when he ruthlessly flicked the sensitive nub. She detonated, screaming as she let the waves crash over her, through her. She was drowning in pleasure, and she didn’t care if it took her under, and she never emerged.
“You do know you owe me, now,” he said as he got to his feet. “And I’ll take my payment in increments.”
She smiled, watching him pull his boots off, dropping them to the floor with a thud. He discarded the rest of his clothes without rushing. She ogled him when he was naked, her mouth watering at the sight.
