“I didn’t forget. You look so pretty and put together.” He licked a path along the lace before smirking up at me. “Makes me want to see how well I can mess you up.”
The idea of looking anything less than my best usually would’ve been enough to send me into the same kind of panic attack as degradation would. But at the filthy glint in his gray eyes, I wanted to see how well he could mess me up, too.
IfI could get the perfectionist part of my brain to shut off.
As it was, my brain had latched onto that apprehension, and I began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to do it. That it would turn into a repeat of the night before when all my overthinking and doubts had kept me from falling over the edge.
Tripp read me too well. “It won’t be like last night.”
“I know,” I lied as he slid my panties down. I stepped out of them on instinct.
“I told you I’m a quick study.”
“I didn’t doubt it.” I was vaguely aware of him spreading my legs, but I was too busy losing a mental argument with myself.
“You don’t need to be edged.”
“That we can both agree on.”
“You need to come over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”
“Yes, I—” My brain functioned long enough to register his words, and I rapidly shook my head. “No, that’s?—”
Any further argument flew from my head when his mouth covered me. It wasn’t gradual. There was no teasing buildup. None of the gentle grazes or soft touches he’d teased me with. It was unrelentingly brutal as he sucked, bit, and licked me. He speared two fingers deep inside me, stretching me as he zeroed in on my needy clit until I felt too much.
Too overwhelmed.
I tried to close my legs against his onslaught and gasped when I realized I couldn’t. There was no give at all to the fastenings he’d managed to secure while I was distracted.
Oh fuck.
I wiggled again. Even though the cuffs were lined, they still dug in.
And I came.
Hard.
Instantly.
Buzzing with bliss and languid pleasure until I couldn’t think, let alone overthink.
It might not have been as hard-fought as the one the night before, but it was just as blindingly phenomenal.
It also wasn’t enough for Tripp. True to his word, he didn’t ease back or call it well-enough—though it very much so was. He continued devouring me with that single-minded intensity that left me shaking.
“Tripp, I…”
My words had already trailed off even before he shifted away just far enough to bite my thigh. “Who am I?”
“Sir,” I corrected before my planned protests flipped to begging for me. “Harder, Sir. Please.”
“My fingers or my tongue?” he asked, seeming happy to do either.
But that wasn’t what I wanted. “Your teeth.”
His body, including his thick fingers pressed deep inside me, froze as he looked up.
A powerful man on his knees for me—focused on me—for the second night in a row.
