Page 67 of Sling’s Awakening

Basic and bare, like the rest of his house.

“Lie back.”

I do as I’m told, not wanting to delay the gratification I’ve been wanting since he shoved me up against the door.

Sling’s knees hit the bed as his hands grab my waist, yanking me to him. A surprise squeal leaves my lips from the abruptness. His fingers dig into my skin hard enough to leave a bruise as he tears my leggings and panties off my body in one swoop.

“Spread,” Sling orders, tossing my clothes over his shoulder.

My legs part. My clit is throbbing, needing him more than ever.

Without warning, Sling slaps the upper inside of my thigh. “I said spread,” he growls.

I hiss as my legs fall all the way open, leaving myself exposed to him as his hungry eyes eat me up.

“You’re drenched,” he says, his tone slithering over my skin as he looms over me, his face inches from the center of me as he deeply inhales. “Love the smell of you, toots. It’s a shame you’ve been a brat tonight.”

“What?” I ask confused. I can’t process what he’s saying when he’s so close to me. All I can think about is Sling, Sling, Sling.

“You were doing so well today,” he continues on, ignoring me as his hands roughly grip my thighs. “Bailing your man out of jail. Doing anything you had to do to make sure he was okay. But then you fucked up tonight.”

“How did I fuck up?” I ask, my body beginning to tremble with need.

“You tried to leave me.” Sling roughly flips me over. I bounce on my stomach just as his hand lands hard on my ass. The smack echoing throughout the room.

“Shit,” I hiss. It hurts, but I can’t help myself. I’m leaning back into it, arching my back, begging for it. “You made me mad.”

Sling massages the spot he just hit. “Yeah, toots. You piss me off to no end, but you know what? That’s us. We fight until we get it worked out. What you don’t do is be a fucking brat and leave. If you’re going to keep up the brat act, it ends in my fucking bed. Got me?”

I arch my back deeper, trying to get his hand in between my thighs where I need him most. The throbbing ache is almost too much to take. I feel like I’m going to burst at the seams if I don’t cum all over his cock.

“Blake,” Sling growls, roughly grabbing a fistful of my ass and squeezing hard.

“Got you,” I answer. It comes out a mixture of a moan and a hiss.

“Good,” he rumbles. His hands move to the inside of my thighs, parting them slightly and holding them in place. “Now I’m going to eat this bratty cunt from behind. You’ll cum when I tell you to cum.”

I gasp as Sling dives face-first into my pussy. His velvety tongue laps up the juices threatening to fall. His groan vibrates through me, making my inner walls clench. He’s eating me fast and furious, like his life depends on it.

I’m not going to last.

My thighs start to shake as I welcome that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. Without warning, two fingers enter me to the hilt. I clamp down on them, never wanting them to leave.

My walls begin to flutter around them.

“Don’t cum,” Sling growls against my pussy.

The hair on his head is tickling between my cheeks, adding a sensation I’ve never felt before. My hands fist the sheets, needing something to grab onto; his assault is almost too much to take.

I whine.

I can’t take much more.

“Blake,” Sling warns.

It’s coming and I’m powerless to stop it.

I’m teetering on the edge when Sling pulls his fingers out, leaving my pussy empty and full of need.