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And that should have been it, would have been except something inside me refuses to call the punishment done. Not when all I have to do is slide my finger down to have it drenched in her wetness, her groan, one of pain and something else. She’s soaking wet, my fingers slide with ease up and down the seam of her sex. I push a finger into her pussy only to have her muscles instantly tighten around the intruder, her moan one of raw need as I begin to stroke in and out of her.
God she’s tight. Tight, hot, and soft as velvet.
My balls threaten to burst as I continue to explore the part of her that was made for the very cock throbbing behind the zipper of my pants. Again and again, I slide first one and then two fingers in and out of her.
“Oh God, please… please,” she cries, the words the same I heard just moments earlier and yet their meaning so very different.
These aren’t pleas for me to stop… no, these are words begging for release. I slide my fingers out of her pussy to circle her clit, swollen and pulsing with every beat of her heart.
“Yes!” she screams, her body arching at the contact.
“No,” I counter, giving the sensitive spot a single flick before sliding two fingers deep inside her again.
My entire hand is soaked, making my thumb slick when I move it into position, pressing at the pucker of her asshole.
“Girls who beg and plead, don’t get to come. Do you know what they get, Lyriope?”
“Please… oh, please, Nick, let me come!” she begs, her ass pushing back as she attempts to grind herself against my hand.
“You’re not listening,” I say, bending over her back. Moving to speak close to her ear, I continue to both finger-fuck her pussy and stroke the small indentation of her ass. “Girls who don’t obey, get reminded that rules are put into place for a reason. And do you know how they are reminded, my queen?”
Her sounds are primal, so fucking needy I have to fight for control, fight not to pull my cock out of my pants and impale her. Instead, I continue the lesson.
“They get their ass fucked.”
With the last word, my thumb breaches her resistance, her shriek fills the air and, holy hell, despite my words, she comes, her body convulsing, her sex contracting again and again around the fingers I continue to fuck her with.
Her back bows, her head cants back, and her keen is unlike any sound I’ve ever heard before.
Chapter Fifteen
Lyriope
Waiting until Icompleted my orgasm, I finally look over my shoulder at the man I love more than I should allow. I shouldn’t let the feelings take over, and yet I can’t resist them. It’s not just the sex. It’s not just the undeniable chemistry we have.
It’s him.
It’s Nick Hudson.
And I love him.
I’m also still hungry, and I know that Nick can read me better than anyone. He knows my look. He knows exactly what I need.
Nick’s expression darkens and his finger slips free. He flips me over so I’m lying on the table, my legs spread wide, and his hands taking a tighter hold on my ass as he spreads my legs even wider. Looking down at me, he grins—a wicked Nick Hudson smile that sends shivers down my spine. “You’re dripping wet. I can smell your desire, see it glistening on your thighs, your cunt. Now, I’m going to taste it.”
With that, his head lowers, and his tongue broadens. In one long, languid stroke, he licks me from ass to clit and I cry out louder than before, not caring if anyone in Wonderland can hear or not.
“Please, oh God, please!” I beg minutes later, positive if he doesn’t grant my request this time, if he doesn’t let me climax again and again, I’m going to die.
He has some uncanny ability to know the very moment that I’m about to come, the second before I’m stepping off the cliff. It’s pure torture that at that exact moment, his tongue will lift, his lips will cease their kissing.
“Please, Nick. I need to come again. I can’t get enough!”
How he can control himself is beyond me. I know his cock is hard, has been rigid for our entire birthday celebration, and yet he’s not only denying me, but he’s also forgoing his own pleasure.
“Greedy?” he asks, his chin glistening with my essence as he looks at me from between my trembling thighs.
“Yes. But you’re to blame,” I say, meaning every word. “For fuck’s sake, have some goddamn mercy.”
