Not the fact her tongue is tearing me apart every time she scoops up my wetness with a hum. Most definitely not the way she suctions her lips on my clit and flicks it with her tongue simultaneously.
Nope, the only reason I feel like a loaded cannon coming into contact with a match is because of the dry spell. Because I can’t become addicted to her after one oral session.
“Holy fuck, I’m close. You're going to make me come, dove.” I pant.
But as she brings me right to the edge, I fear the second I explode it’ll be too late. I fear I’malreadyaddicted.
As her tongue fucks into me, then flattens up over my clit before suctioning like her life depends on it, I detonate.
I scream out my orgasm, loud and long and messy. Grinding my pelvis across her face, my body quaking with the force of Cyrus’s tongue.
Christ, she didn’t even use her fingers. She made me come purely through her tongue.
The post-orgasm fog clears and the only thing rattling around my mind is how utterly fucked I am.
Chapter Seven
CYRUS
I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as her. Her scent is intoxicating as she shakes and pulses against my mouth.
Tally is a perplexing tale.
She’s beautiful and mighty, yet she’s wasting her breath helping me. Being with me.Distractingme.
No matter how exquisite she tastes, emotions still run rampant through my veins. Anger still bubbles through my blood, because how dare those vermin come so close to taking away the only person who matters to me. Sadness at the fact she is mortally injured, and that even if she wakes she will no longer ever be mine. And confusion as to how I’m here, in this moment, with Tally.
And finally lust. That one cloaks everything else and uses my other emotions to fuel itself. For as the more Tally uses me, the more it replaces everything else.
How can my thoughts be dominated by both Amara and Tally? How can I be so split between lust and love?
A sharp tug on my hair brings pinpricks of pain dancing across my scalp, bringing me back to the moment.
The moment where I’m tongue fucking Tally.
She tugs my hair again, effectively pulling me away from her gleaming pussy.
“Dove, you don’t seem quite distracted enough yet. Although you do eat pussy good, I think it’s time for your reward.” Tally’s voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it, sending shockwaves down my spine straight to my core.
I whimper, “Please.”
With a mischievous smirk, she tugs on my hair again until I’m standing. And just like that, she’s flicked a switch on my brain that removes everything but lust.
Everything but Tally.
Somehow with some hidden god-like strength she drags me by the scruff to the bed, she pushes on my shoulders and with a thump I land in a heap on the mattress.
She pulls the coat from her shoulders then tugs on the leather tie from the middle, pulling it free from the garment.
“Head on the pillow, arms above your head.” Her tone is authoritative as she drops the coat.
Pushing myself up, I rest my head on the pillows but my arms stay by my side. Completely disregarding the second half of her order.
Her eyebrows raise and a hint of mischief flickers in her irises.
Still clasping the strip of leather from her coat she jumps on the bed, her knees bracketing either side of my legs. Bending forwards she rests her palms near my hips before crawling her way up my body, until her wet pussy rests above my diaphragm.
Dipping her face down to mine so our noses touch, she speaks again, “I said hands above your head.”
