“Yes.” She pants, attempting to bring her hands up to my head, but I hold them down by her thighs.
“How many licks do you think it would take me to get you off? Single digits? Double?” I continue kissing along her pelvic bone.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
“How many? Don’t make me punish you.”
“Ten.”
“Ten? You think you can last ten licks?”
She nods emphatically, still restrained by my hands and body.
Hopping off the counter, I press one hand on her lower belly, adding pressure. The other holds her thigh down.
Hovering my face close to her pussy, I lick all the way up. “Count.”
I watch her throat bob as she swallows hard. “I don’t hear you.”
“One.”
“Good girl.” I push her legs open wider with my shoulders.
Lick.
“Two,” she says with a strangled whisper.
This time I add a swirl around her clit.
“Three.”
A lick, then I suck her clit between my teeth.
“Fuck. Four.” She’s writhing under me already.
“I just don’t think you’re going to make it to ten, Goddess. I think you’re a lot of talk.”
“Fuck you. Give me five.”
Her demand makes me chuckle. I’ve riled her up, and it has me ready to come again with her.
Lick.
“Five.” Her teeth grit as she grunts out the word.
“I bet if I were to slip my fingers into that hot pussy of yours, you’d clench so hard, trying to stave off that orgasm so you win the dare.”
She can’t answer because I push them in, sweeping in a circular motion, then I drag my tongue around her clit in a slow, lazy circle.
“Six.”
Smiling against her clit, I go back to the spot with my fingers that made her back arch, rubbing it and dragging moans from her. When she’s writhing again, I lick and nip at her clit.
“Seven. Shit. Seven.” She lets out a slow, steady exhale.
“Want to change your number? I’ll give you the chance.”
“No!” she screams.
