Page 64 of I’m The Worst

He just hooks my thighs over his broad shoulders, spreads me open with both hands, and buries his face between my legs.

The first long drag of his tongue makes me choke on air. I open my mouth to try to speak.

“Shut your fucking mouth while I’m eating this pussy.”

His growl vibrates against my clit, and my back arches off the bed. He doesn’t wait for a response. He dives back in. Long, rough strokes of his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, then back down, pushing inside me like he’s trying to fuck me with it.

Two thick fingers shove into me without warning, curling against that spot that makes my thighs shake violently around his head. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and the wet sounds fill the dark room—his tongue, his fingers, the low groan that rumbles from his chest when I get even wetter.

Moaning, I reach down, fingers threading into his hair.

He immediately grabs my wrist, pins it to the mattress beside my hip, and keeps devouring me. Like he’s punishing me for touching him. Eating me like he owns me.

My hips try to buck, but his forearm across my lower stomach holds me down. He sucks harder on my clit, fingers pumping faster, curling with every stroke until my legs start trembling uncontrollably.

“Fuck…Wolff…”

I’m close. So fucking close.

His grip on my thigh bruises as he sucks my clit again, tongue flicking fast and perfect.

I detonate—back bowing, a cry ripping out of me. My pussy clenches and pulses around his fingers, soaking his face and hand while he keeps licking me through it, dragging every last shudder from my body.

Even after I start to come down, he doesn’t stop. He slows to lazy licks, like he’s savoring the taste of me.

I’m panting, wrecked, thighs still twitching from aftershocks.

“Please…Wolff… Please, fuck me. I need you inside me.”

For a second, he just stares up into my eyes, breathing hard through his nose, his mouth and chin glistening with my release. Then his voice comes out rough.

“You need a safeword.”

A…safeword?

That doesn’t make sense. Sovereigns don’t give safewords. Servants can’t say no. You take what they give you.

“I don’t… I don’t understand. I’m⁠—”

His hand presses down harder on my stomach, pinning me to the mattress as he starts prowling up my body like a predator who’s already caught his prey.

“Pick. A. Safeword.”

“I’ve never—” My throat tightens. “I’ve never had one before.”

His eyes are completely black. “Pick. One. Now.”

My gaze darts around the dim room. A faded painting on the wall catches my eye—some wild animal standing alone in the snow.

“Jackal,” I blurt out. “My safeword is Jackal.”

“Don’t forget it. Because the only thing that stops me is that word. Understand?”

I nod quickly.

“Use your fucking words. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes.”