Page 46 of Shark’s Pride

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Oh…okay…”

“Say it for me, Abbigail. Tell me what you’re going to do for me.”

“I’m…”

“Say. It,” I demanded.

“I’m going to come for you. Maybe twice. Oh…oh, please…”

And that was enough talking. Thinking.

I dived in, licking and sucking and savoring her. Covering every last bit of her delicious cunt with my tongue and lips. She was perfect. So. Damn. Perfect.

There were so many things I wanted to do with this girl. Wanted to try with her. But at the very core of it all, I just wanted to please her. Her moaning and keening were letting me know I was off to a solid start.

“Are you close, baby?” I finally prompted, though I kept my mouth fixed to her clit. The vibration of my voice helped me keep the promise of pleasuring her.

“God, Bas.” She moaned in time to my words on her most sensitive button. “That’s…that’s so good…”

“Yeah, it is,” I husked back.

“I…I need…”

“What?” I prompted. “Tell me, sweet girl.”

“I need you to fuck me,” she finally said. “Please…fuck me. It feels so good when you’re inside me.”

But as good as that sounded, I wanted to taste her orgasm on my tongue. No, I needed it. But if I was reading her correctly, the emptiness was what was keeping her from going over the edge. “Don’t be a cock slut, Abbigail,” I prodded when she whimpered again. “I want you to come on my tongue.”

I enforced it by firmly licking her swollen nub. I added demanding nibbles until her legs spasmed involuntarily.

“Fuck, Bas! Christ!”

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me taste you.”

I rammed two fingers up into her tight tunnel. I pumped roughly but never relented on my fast tongue flicks over her erect clit. At last, her walls clutched around my invading hand. She wailed and ruthlessly gripped my hair. I hungrily lapped at her trembling sex, continuing to finger-fuck her through the wild, screaming release.

As her yells calmed into ragged breaths, I praised her. “That was so hot, Red. So fucking hot.”

“Oh…wow,” she rasped. “Jesus…Sebastian…wow.”

“Now show me again.”

“Wh-What?”

“Again,” I challenged, even as her gaze went from half-lidded to cartoon-wide in a fraction of a second. I ignored the shock, choosing to rise to my full height while keeping my arms wrapped around her. I made sure she was steady on her legs before loosening my hold.

“Wh-Where are we—”

“Shower,” I voiced, yanking her in the direction of the stall.

“We just had a bath,” Abbi croaked. “Can’t we just crawl into bed? I’m ready to pass out.”

“We need to rinse off first.”

She sighed, but it was the distraction I needed to get her into the glass enclosure with me. Once the twelve chrome heads throbbed to life, she groaned in new pleasure.

“Oh, God. Your shower is such heaven.”