Page 37 of Duty

Damn.

“Challenging me is dangerous, Haven,” Andino warned.

She cocked a brow. “Who said I wanted safe? I’m pretty sure if you don’t have me pinned to this desk, sore all over, and unable to speak by the time we’re done here, I’m going to be sorely fucking disappointed, Andino.”

Well, then.

“Ask and you shall receive, sweetheart.”

He kissed her one more time—harder and longer. Before he pulled away from that candy-mouth of hers, he bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. Fire flashed in her eyes, but Andino only winked, and kept stroking her wet pussy alive with his fingers all the while. She was shaking now; trembling from the tips of her toes, and it was only spreading more the longer he kept his fingers moving inside her cunt.

Haven didn’t have the chance to react when Andino reached up and grabbed her throat. In a flash, he had her back pushed flush to the desk, and forced her to stare up at him. That fire in her eyes only intensified as her hands came up to encircle his wrists tightly. She grinned, flashed her teeth at him, and wiggled her hips as his fingers slowed a bit inside her pussy.

“Ask me to taste you,” he said.

Haven let out a soft moan. “That’s not—”

“Ask me, or you get nothing.”

“Andino.”

His fingers slowed more—she’d been close to coming before. He’d felt it in the tightening of her inner muscles, and how wet she had become. She wasn’t going to get that orgasm until he got what he wanted first.

“All you have to do is say one simple sentence, Haven,” Andino taunted. “Please taste me. That’s it, baby—easy.”

“I—”

“Say it.”

Haven whined when her grinding hips couldn’t get his fingers back to the speed she wanted them inside her pussy. She even had the audacity to glare at him when he removed his fingers from between her thighs altogether. Poor thing. Her gaze was back to that wildness again. All raw, and unbidden. Fuck him for wanting more of that look on her, too.

It was enough to test his control.

Every last bit of it.

“Oh, my God,” Haven gasped, “Please … please, just taste me. Get your mouth on my pussy, and—”

“You got it, love. See, now wasn’t that simple?”

Andino kept a tight hold on Haven’s throat, making sure she wasn’t able to move while he got his first taste of her pussy. Moving between her opened legs, he glanced up to see her watching him from his position between her thighs.

“Lift up,” he ordered as he fisted the gusset of her panties. She did, raising her backside off the desk just enough for him to yank those panties down her legs, and toss them aside. He leaned closer, then, his nose skimming the side of her thigh as he got a whiff of her unique scent, and eyed the slit of her pussy. His groan came out thick, hard, and wanting. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

Good enough to eat, really.

So, he did just that.

And sweet Christ, she was hot, sweet, and fucking tart on his tongue. His first taste of her was like a shot of heroin right to the vein, and all he’d done was drag his tongue from the slit of her pussy right up to her clit. She was soft against the roughness of his tongue, and her flavor flooded his mouth like nothing else ever had.

But it wasn’t just her taste.

No, it was her, too. The broken moans. The shudders. Her hand coming to tangle in his hair, and pull him back to her pussy for more. How she wrapped her thighs around his head, and he could feel her heartbeat in her throat racing against his fingertips. Everything about her was fucking addictive.

Andino went back in for more—a fast beat of his tongue against her most sensitive spot that was unrelenting, and sure to give them both what they wanted. His fingers slipped into her tight cunt at the same time he sucked hard on her clit. The wet sucking of her pussy taking in his fingers, while he licked up every last drop of her arousal that he could, filled his ears.

And so did her words.

“Jesus Christ, yes … don’t fucking stop, please.”