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Chapter 7
Oriana
As soon as Flint’s mouth crashes into mine, my anger evaporates. Nothing matters but his hungry lips devouring me. His strong, taught body pressed into mine. And his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. He tastes of mint and whiskey and I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of him.
I’ve never been kissed before. I never even dreamed being kissed could feel this way, so all-consuming. Flint’s hands rove over my body, and I come alive beneath his touch, arching into him, wanting him closer and closer.
“Take off your dress,” Flint says against my lips, his breathing heavy. “I need to see you.”
Before I can overthink it, before my insecurities can take over, I yank my dress over my head and let it fall to the floor. Flint takes in a sharp breath, staring at my exposed body. “Fuck.” His voice is rough. He leans forward and flicks his tongue over a pebbled nipple, making me moan. I dig my fingers into his powerful shoulders. He licks over me again, his teeth grazing against my nipple, and my pussy clenches with need.
Flint straightens up, a lazy half-smile on his lips, and his gaze slides over my breasts down to my crotch. “These will have to go too,” he says, pointing at my panties. Before I can move, Flint kneels in front of me, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. And then he smiles, baring his teeth, and sinks them into my panties, pulling them down. I step out of them, not caring that I’m fully exposed now. Not with Flint looking at me like that.
“Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy?”
His filthy words don’t even make me blush. I feel no embarrassment, no shyness. I’m consumed by Flint and my burning need for him. I nod, my heart racing.
“Say please,” he commands, reaching out a hand to trace lazy circles up my thigh.
“Please,” I murmur, my whole body shaking with desire for him. I need him. Now. Otherwise I’m going to go insane.
He arches an eyebrow. “Please what?” His fingertips are millimeters from my throbbing pussy.
“Please lick my pussy.”
He grins up at me and then smacks a hand against my ass. “Good girl.”
And then his tongue is on me and the only thing holding me upright is Flint’s hand on my ass. He works his hot tongue over my clit in circles, occasionally sucking on it, while he squeezes my ass-cheek hard. And I forget everything. I forget he kidnapped me; I forget we’re not alone in this house and the other men can probably hear my loud moans.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Flint murmurs against me. He leans back, his lips glistening with my wetness, and I let out a whimper of protest. He gives me a smug, purely male smile. “Turn around and get on your knees.”
I blink at him, lust making my mind slow. “What?”
“Turn around and get on your knees. I want to eat your pussy from behind.”
His words make me shudder. The part of my brain that isn’t in a lust-fueled haze is screaming at me not to expose myself to him like that. But I don’t care. I can’t care. I need release, and I’ll take whatever Flint is willing to give me to reach it. So I turn around and sink onto all fours.
“Good girl,” he murmurs again. “Now spread your legs wider and arch your back.” I do as he says and am rewarded with a deep groan. “Fuck. You’re fucking perfect.” He smacks my ass hard, then peppers kisses over my cheeks until the stinging subsides. His lips are torturously close to my pussy.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you.”
Flint’s laugh is low and sexy. And then, finally, I feel his tongue on me again. His hands go to my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as his tongue swipes over my pussy. But instead of focusing on my clit, he slips his tongue into my opening, moving slowly back and forth. Fucking me with his tongue. I writhe against him, my desire building into a painful ache. When my legs begin to shake, Flint pulls away once again and I let out a frustrated whimper.
“Lie on your back. I want to see you come on my tongue like a good little slut.”
I should be offended. Instead, his words go straight to my pussy, making it clench and throb. I flop onto my back, the floor cool against my hot skin, and spread my legs wide for him. Flint kneels between them, looking down at my glistening center, his eyes dark with desire.
He leans forward until his face is an inch from my pussy and takes in a deep breath, as if trying to commit my scent to memory. And then he works his tongue over my clit, swiping over it again and again. I bury my hands in his soft hair, tugging on it, my hips bucking against his mouth. I’ve never lost control like this before, ever. And I love it.
Then Flint sucks my clit into his mouth and pinches my nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. And it’s that combination of pleasure and pain that sends me over the edge, my legs shaking and his name on my lips.
Flint
Oriana tastes even better than I thought she would. And seeing her like this, lying on the floor, her pussy dripping wet and her eyes glazed, has me painfully hard. I can’t wait to shove my cock inside her tight little hole and hear her scream my name again.
She smiles at me dazedly, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed.
“Wow,” she murmurs, stretching out a hand and running it through my hair.
