I growled, but she complied, gripping the edge of the table on either side of her. I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans, slowly, torturously bringing them over her hips and down her thighs.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” My hands ran up her thighs, kneading her ass that was covered in black lace, cut high on either side of her hips. “Were you hoping someone fucked you tonight when you put these on?”
“You can never be too prepared,” she panted, her sultry voice dripping with arousal.
I slapped an ass cheek, watching it jiggle and then turn a delicious pink at the edge of her panties. “Next time you wear these, I want to watch you fucking crawl to me.”
“Oh God,” Lina whimpered, arching her back and pushing her ass toward me.
I kicked her feet farther apart and pressed against her spine to force her chest against the table. “Do you want me to fuck you from behind? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers while I rub your clit or eat your ass while I kneel behind you? What do you want, Lina? Tell me what you need to come, and I’ll give it to you.”
Lina moaned in desperation, her hips still rocking, needy for it. “Please, Reed. Please eat my ass while you fuck me with your fingers.”
I released a heavy breath. “Fuck, baby. I’ll give you anything you need.”
I ran my hands over her curves, dragging her panties down as I kneeled behind her. They were fucking soaked. I couldn’t help myself. My tongue darted out, eager to taste her.
This woman was driving me to my fucking knees.
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His tongue ran up my slit, swirling my tight hole, before a single digit dove inside my pussy. I pushed against him, moaning as my fingers dug into the table. I wanted him to drive into me, to punish me with his thrusts and his tongue.
“Fuck, Reed. Fuck me with two fingers,” I commanded him, needing more. One was not enough.
“You need to be full, baby?” His lips brushed against my ass when he asked it. His hot breath danced across my skin while his beard burned, sending shivers up my spine.
“Please, Reed. One isn’t enough.”
He was right. The guys I dated were always looking to get themselves off. They rarely took the time to find out what I needed. It was why I was never truly satisfied. Probably why I was always dating, searching for my thirst to be quenched, but never finding it.
He slid two fingers inside me.
“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding against his hand, his tongue diving between my ass cheeks, circling. “Press your thumb against my clit.”
“There we go, baby. Tell me exactly what you need.” His thumb brushed against the sensitive bud, but he didn’t press down. “Set the pace. Make a mess of my hand, and I’ll gladly lap it up.”
I rocked my hips, using the table as leverage. His tongue never stopped. I’d never had anyone eat my ass before, and I was realizing how sensitive it was with each flick of his tongue. It felt fucking amazing.
“Fuck, Reed.”
“You’re fucking drenched. Are you able to come like this, sweetheart?”
I was chasing the climax, seeking the friction and pressure. His fingers inside me flexed, twisted, and stroked. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. I couldn’t help thinking about how large he was. How full I’d felt that one night together. How deep he went, hitting every sensitive spot along the way. The slight stretch of pain. The intensity at the fullness. I wanted that. I fuckingneededthat.
I shook my head against the table, trying to dislodge the memory.
He stood, pressing his chest against my back, letting me feel the weight of him, while he kissed up my neck, then bit down. I cried out, surprised and fucking needy. Wanting him to mark every part of me. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin beneath my ear before he soothed it with his lips.
Squirming, I pushed my hips against him, feeling just how thick and hard he was in his pants as he thrust it against my bare ass.
“Can you come like this?” he asked again, punctuating it with a curl of his fingers while his thumb rubbed against my clit.
“No,” I whimpered. I wanted to come so badly, but I needed the foreplay. I needed it to drag out until I was desperate. Until I was right on the edge and the only thing that would push meover the precipice was him diving in deep. “I need you to fill me with your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
“Fuck, Lina,” he groaned, his fingers slowing while his dick pressed against my ass, his jeans rubbing against me.
