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Everett’s fingers brush across my mound and I barely contain the moan caught in my throat. He’s not touching me where I need him, but every touch of his skin on mine is lighting its own wildfire, and when they finally dip between my legs, the moan dislodges. The slightest of touches across my clit almost has me coming off the bed, but I remain still, knowing it will only prolong things if I thrash about, and that’s something I can’t handle.
“Your sweet pussy is gushing for me, little dove,” he comments, a small smile on his lips as he watches his own fingers with rapt attention.
A strangled groan escapes my throat at his dirty words, and I feel the wetness gathering between my thighs right before Everett grips my knees and pushes them apart. He quickly repositions himself until he’s laying between them, his face just a few inches from where I need him. He looks up at me through hooded eyes, mischief and heat dance in the deep blue pools, and I can barely handle the sight in front of me.
The moment this tongue makes contact with the oversensitive skin of my inner thigh I almost come clear off the bed, and when his teeth sink into the same place I let out a scream I should be ashamed of. After all, my entire family is in this house, but as his lips trail toward my heated sex, I can’t spare them a thought.
“Everett, please,” I beg. I can’t take much more of his teasing, so I may as well result in pleading with him.
His eyes meet mine a moment before he lowers his lips to my waiting pussy, and the moment they close around my clit I let out a relieved moan. I have a long way to go, I have no illusions that he’s going to make this easy on me, but even just having some stimulation is enough for now.
Everett groans as he laps at my wet pussy, his eyes locked on mine as he feasts on me like a starved man. The sight is so erotic it only has more wetness gathering there, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You taste so fucking good, Wynter. I could spend the rest of my life between these thighs and die the happiest man in the world.”
“Oh god,” I moan as his teeth nibble at the sensitive folds, the line between pleasure and pain becoming more and more blurred the more time that passes.
“Not God, little dove.” He smirks and I can’t help but shake my head against the pillow. Even in the throes of passion he makes me laugh.
His fingers probe my entrance, drawing gentle circles where I need him to fill me, teasing me until I’m panting beneath him and willing to sell him my fucking soul if it means he’ll ease the ache he’s created.
I shouldn’t be surprised when he gives me what I need though, when his fingers breach my pussy and immediately home in on the place inside me that sets me off like a nuclear bomb. The feeling is heaven and hell wrapped up in an excruciatingly pleasurable package.
Everett’s head lifts to watch me as his fingers thrust in and out of my tightness, curling as they pass my G-spot.
“Is that good, little dove?”
“So good,” I pant, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me with all the strength I can manage.
“I’m glad you think so.” He smirks, his hand pulling back only enough to add an extra finger before pushing back inside me.
I scream out, the fullness taking me off guard. I haven’t had anything more than a vibrator inside me in eight years, and he’s starting to push my comfort.
Everett sucks my clit into his mouth, and some of the ache is eased by the additional pleasure. Somehow he always knows what my body needs even when I don’t.
“Ev,” I groan. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can, little dove. I’m just getting you ready for my cock,” he murmurs against my clit. The sounds his fingers make as they push in and out of me are obscene, and yet it only seems to bring me closer to my climax. “You’re taking it so beautifully, Wynter,” he praises, and a moment later I’m right on the edge.
My head moves from side to side, the sensations overwhelming me until I can barely breathe, but I fight it. I fight my need for release, knowing that Everett will give me exactly what I need when he sees fit, and there’s no sense trying to get there sooner than he’ll allow.
40
Everett
The way her pussy clamps down around my fingers only makes it harder to drag this out. As much as I want to deliver this part of her punishment, I don’t think I’m going to be able to because I need her so fucking badly.
Wynter is so on edge she’s panting, her chest rising and falling in harsh movements and she’s gripping the sheets beneath her so hard the sound of threads cracking fills the room.
“Are you close, little dove?” I ask as I increase the speed of my fingers. Her pussy looks so beautiful stretched around my fingers and I can’t wait to watch my cock sink into her tight heat.
“Yes, fuck…” she groans. “Fuck, Everett.”
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
She nods against the pillows. She’s riding so high with both pleasure and frustration that she can’t find the words to speak.
“Beg,” I demand. If I can’t dish out the last of her punishment because we’re both so desperate we can barely breathe, I may as well make the most of it.
Wynter’s eyes widen at my request and her body stills. It’s only a moment, but fear flashes across her icy blue eyes and I almost abandon the whole plan. The words are on the tip of my tongue to tell her she doesn’t have to, that I’ll give it to her anyway, but then she opens her mouth.
