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“Fine,” he growls as he lowers into a crouch. “But you still owe me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’m taking payment for all three right now.”
I don’t know what to expect from him, but it certainly isn’t being forcefully bent over the sink until my face is pressed to the mirror with his mouth buried between my legs.
I cry out, unable to control myself at the first fiery hot sweep of his tongue against my clit.
I realize I’ve pushed him too far when he grips both of my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to gain better access. He’s gone from gripping my chin in anger that first day, while insisting I tell him everything, to not touching me at all. Last night, he crossed a boundary by sucking my fingers into his mouth. How we got here so damn quickly I’ll never know other than he’s met his limit.
I don’t know if he’ll cross the line I drew or not, but with the way my body feels and how talented his tongue is against me, I don’t know that I’ll stop him if he tries to press his luck.
It’s magnificent, nothing akin to a punishment or payment at all.
My legs tremble uncontrollably, and a spark of pleasure runs through me with his own grunts and groans as if he’s finding this as pleasurable as I am.
“Hollis,” I gasp, my grip on the sink growing tighter.
He doesn’t pull his face from my pussy to answer me. The sounds he’s making against my flesh are embarrassing, much like the noises he’s pulling from my throat. He’s sloppy and unconcerned about the trails of wetness running down my thighs. His fingers hurt, their grip on my ass bruising, but I don’t make a move to push him away. It’s as much a part of this as his tongue and the occasional nips of his teeth.
Never in my life have I felt something like this. Everything I’ve been forced to endure has been about Marcello’s and Alessio’s pleasure. If they were feeling extra mean and vindictive, they’d grasp at me, hurt me by squeezing one of my breasts. They’d even cup me between my legs while making threats, but it was always over clothes. They, for some reason, had some boundaries.
Hollis seems to have none other than his fingers staying on my skin rather than pressing into my opening. It doesn’t stop his tongue from delving in deeper, however.
“Oh God,” I moan, the feeling the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. “Hollis.”
He groans again. When he pulls one hand away, I crave exactly what I told him he couldn’t have. I know the danger of it. I know the trouble it could bring, but in this moment, none of that matters.
He doesn’t press his finger into me. He rolls the rough tip of one against my clit, and it’s enough to make me see stars. His other hand grips me tighter, pressing me into the sink. I’m certain it’s the only thing keeping me on my feet as that ache I never seem to be able to reach grows bigger before pulsing deep inside of me.
I scream, the intensity of it too much to keep caged inside.
He makes his own noises. I can feel the vibration of them but it’s almost as if I’ve gone deaf, and I want to live in this place of bliss for eternity. Nothing hurts here. There’s no pain or fear. It’s absolute perfection.
It doesn’t last forever, and all too soon, my senses come back to me, my breathing still erratic, my eyes taking the longest to regain focus.
Chapter 21
Hollis
I’m left panting like I’ve run ten miles in the desert by the time I make her come, but that’s not exactly what’s causing my shame. Coming on the floor between her spread legs without so much as a brush of my cock heats my cheeks with embarrassment as if I’m a damned teenage boy that can’t control his body.
That’s the danger of her. She makes me reckless. I respond to her by instinct rather than using reason.
I stand, avoiding her eyes, trying my damnedest not to think about the noises she made and how she just let herself go, assured that I would take her where she needed to be.
Anger takes control of me and I spin her around, pressing into her body, unconcerned if the sink is digging painfully into her back. My mouth is only inches from hers, but she’s too blissed out to notice. My cock jerks, threatening to come back to life at the sight of the haziness in her eyes.
“What would you do if I just fucked you right now?” It’s more a threat than a question.
Her orgasm-clouded eyes drop to my mouth, and I can’t resist wrapping my hand around her throat, her pulse pounding against my palm.
