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“Good girl,” I growl before closing my mouth over her soaking, sensitive folds.
The taste of her explodes on my tongue in an assault that I know I’ll be dreaming of for the rest of my fucking life. Emerson’s pussy is the perfect combination of sweet and tart, and I know that if I spent the rest of my life between her legs, making her come over and over again, drinking in her essence, that I would die the happiest fucking man on Earth.
A guttural moan escapes from Emerson’s throat, her hips bucking as my tongue slides from her entrance all the way to the sensitive bundle of nerves that feels so tight I know she’s close and I’ve barely touched her pussy.
“You are not to come until I say, understand?”
Her eyes widen at what I’m asking her, likely because she’s so fucking sensitive, but this is a hard limit for me. I need to control her pleasure. I need her orgasms to belong to me without exception. She nods quickly. “I understand.”
Smirking, I take her clit between my teeth, gently rolling it between them as my tongue sweeps across the ball of nerves. The mix of pleasure and pain has Emerson’s eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Eyes on me, sweet girl,” I demand.
They snap toward me, but she doesn’t say anything, just holding mine as I go back to my assault on her clit. I reposition one arm across her lower belly, locking her in place as the other trails down toward her entrance.
Emerson gasps as two fingers breach her tight cunt, immediately seeking out the sweet spot I know will send her flying when it’s time. I work her with my fingers at the same time as I lap at her sensitive nub, relishing in the feel of her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Fuck, she’s going to feel like heaven when I slide into her for the first time. Emerson is ruining me for every other woman on Earth, and I don’t give a fuck. I want to be ruined. I want her to fucking destroy me.
“Rayne,” she gasps.
“You’re doing so well, sweet girl,” I praise.
An involuntary shudder vibrates through her body, and I know my words are affecting her. Fuck, she’s so damn receptive to me. I pick up my pace, wanting to bring her close to her release, even if I’m not going to let her fall just yet.
My fingers curl just enough that they rub across her G-spot with each pass, each time Emerson’s moans grow louder. She is so fucking close, her pussy is strangling my fingers as she barely holds on to the control I demanded her to have.
“Rayne, I can’t. I’m too close.”
I bite down on her clit and she screams. “You can and you will, sweet girl. You will not like the consequence of coming without permission,” I growl.
Emerson’s eyes flare with a mixture of defiance and lust. My little minx wants to find out. She wants to know what her punishment would be. Fuck me, she’s so fucking perfect I almost can’t handle it.
Her entire body quivers as I bring her to the edge, and a moment before she falls into the depths of pleasure, I pull back altogether.
She glares at me as I do it over and over again, repeating the same few steps that bring her to the very edge, and then I tear it away at the very last second.
The frustration is starting to get the better of her. “Rayne, please,” Emerson pants. “I can’t do this anymore. I need to come, please let me come.” Her voice is breathy and desperate, and exactly what I crave.
I smirk around her clit. “Soon, sweet girl. I want you to hold this one for me, okay?”
She huffs out a sigh. “Okay.”
I build her pleasure slowly this time, the slightest pressure on her G-spot as I lap at her clit and sensitive folds lazily, savoring her taste, imprinting it to my memory bank for later. If I have any say in the matter, which I do, I will be spending a lot of time with my mouth on her hot pussy.
She’s so close she can taste the orgasm, her body fighting hard to hold back the unimaginable pleasure that waits for her on the other side of the peak. She’s panting hard, her body so tense I’m sure it’s going to snap at any moment, but I’m not ready to let her fall.
“Hold it, sweet girl,” I tell her.
“I can’t,” Emerson cries, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.
I groan at the sight of the salty tracks that run down her face. Fuck, I love it when she cries for me. If I have it my way, I’ll have her sobbing every time I make her come.
“You can.” I add to the pressure and harden my tongue on her clit.
She’s fighting it so fucking hard, and pride bursts in my chest. Emerson may be the most independent woman I’ve ever met, but she submits to me so naturally.
“Rayne, please.” She sobs loudly.
“Come. Now, sweet girl. Come right now,” I demand.
