Page 68 of Good Girls Beg

My heart fluttered. The rest of me stayed completely still, hardly daring to breathe or think too much.

"Theodora," he said smoothly, "I want to taste you."

"I…" I closed my mouth before I could say something stupid like 'I might taste like spite cake.'

"Say yes." He kissed my jaw again, then down to my throat, his tongue stroking my pulse point.

"I, um, yes?" I stammered.

He leaned back and looked at me, one eyebrow pressed down hard, like he was trying to figure me out.

"I said everything has to be consensual. Asking me a question isn't giving consent."

That was true, it wasn't. The fact he was giving me a chance to firmly and clearly clarify my choice was hot as fuck. He didn't want there to be any question between us. Either I wanted him to eat me out or I didn't.

I met his gaze evenly.

"Yes."

I barely finished speaking, when he placed his big hands on my hips, picked me up and placed me on the top of his desk. He undid the button of my shorts and pushed them down my thighs and off over my feet.

I pressed my hands to the desk on either side of me and leaned back as he ran the pad of his thumb over the drenched gusset of my panties.

He leaned in and inhaled. "You smell incredible." He pushed my panties aside and lightly touched my clit with the tip of his tongue.

That tiny touch was almost enough to make come.

He teased me a couple of times before sliding his tongue more firmly across my pussy.

"Who are you this wet for?" he asked.

"You," I said, although my voice was little more than a squeak.

"Of course." His gaze lingered on my pussy, as if trying to memorize it, then pressed two fingers inside me all the way to the knuckle. "Do you feel that?"

"Yes." I managed to speak a little less like a mouse this time.

He moved fingers out and pushed them back inside me. "What do you feel?"

I frowned briefly. "You? Your hand."

"My hand. Does it feel good inside you?" He stroked, watching me carefully as I became less able to form coherent words.

"Yes it does," I whispered. "Right there, please."

He teased around the exact spot for a moment. "Good girl. Beg me again."

"Please," I said. "A little to the left. Please."

He found the exact spot again and worked me right there, with firm confident fingers.

"See what you get when you're a good girl and beg for it?" he asked. "Beg me to let you come." He lowered his mouth and lapped at my clit.

All I could say was, "Please." I was right there. All I needed was for him to… Yes, that.

Putting more weight on my hands, I arched my back and came, groaning and grinding myself against his face, my release soaking him.

He went on working me with his mouth and hand, all the way through my orgasm and down the other side. He didn't stop as the pressure built again. Hitting me exactly right until I came again, this time harder than before.