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"If you drop them, you’re going to get spanked. If they’re not wet enough, you’re going to get spanked."
How long was it going to take for her to drizzle her arousal all over the bunched-up panties to meet his approval? She was never—
Jagger’s lips changed course and obliterated all thought. He started to bite her earlobe. Hard enough that she squealed, and her pussy throbbed even more.
He slid his hand to her breast, flicking her nipple before he caressed it, then pinched it. She moaned and whimpered, banging her fist against the wall as his delicious, torturous attention drove her wild. His other hand glided down her spine to the dip around her butt, and she held her breath as he slowly squeezed her ass cheek.
"So, fucking perfect. So pretty. Suck my fingers, Kitten," he instructed, moving his hand from her breast to her lips.
Finley swirled her tongue around his digits. Thicker droplets of her arousal fell from her folds onto the fabric between her thighs.
"Wetter. The wetter you make my fingers, the better it’s going to be for you."
She had no idea what he planned to do to her, but everything was so new to her, so enthralling and addictive, that she would have followed his lead blindly, loyally, and forever.
She spent a great deal of time sucking wetly at his fingers. Finally, he removed them from her mouth. Her heart pounded so loudly that she was sure it could be heard echoing around the room. She shivered as his deep, rough breaths feathered over her. But once he slipped his soaked fingers between her butt cheeks, she froze.
"Jagger—"
"Shh, Little Kitten. Relax and open up for me."
Oh god.
Flushing a brand-new shade of red now, Finley shut her eyes tight as Jagger’s fingers trailed over her butthole. She was unable to spread her legs or wriggle because she had to keep her underwear cinched up against her pussy or risk being spanked. She couldn’t even think straight because Jagger was touching a completely forbidden part of her.
His thick, sexy voice sailed over her ear. "Relax."
She shook her head.
"How are you going to take my big cock inside this sweet little hole if you won’t let me touch you with my fingers?"
She shook her head again, but this time she forced herself to relax.
"That’s it, pretty girl. Open up for me."
Her conflicting actions—keeping her legs clenched so she didn’t drop her panties while relaxing her back hole so he could penetrate her with his fingers—drained her. On the other hand, she had skyrocketed to a new level of arousal.
She couldn’t understand the shocking waves of sensation that rattled through her, although she could feel herself leaking more wetness all over her panties.
Jagger had breached a tiny portion of her natural resistance. The tip of one wet finger lay just at the entrance of her hole. He pushed in deeper. She curled her hands into tight fists and stopped herself from howling. He probed her further and further, reducing her to a wet pulp while igniting such a strange, unique stretching burn in her body. Her curiosity rose the deeper he penetrated her. But when he added another finger and his other hand snaked around to her breast to stroke her nipples, she experienced something akin to an orgasm. A gush of liquid drenched her underwear. She couldn’t believe she had orgasmed. Not like this.
"Fuck!" Jagger roared. She tilted her head to see him take a wad of wet wipes lying on his bedside table and then use them to wipe his fingers. The considerate act strangely made her wetter. Then, smooth and lightning-fast, he removed the panties from between her legs and put them in his mouth, then scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Once there, he pulled the scrap of lace from his mouth, fingering her essence on the soaked fabric as he crushed her lips to his, forcing her to taste herself on the tip of his tongue.
Jagger dragged her underwear, heavy with her wetness, all over her skin, and where her panties touched, his mouth followed, licking up the trail he left behind.
"Your taste is so fucking sweet. I’m driving myself mad with these little samples of you, but once I eat from you, Kitten, I’m not going to stop until you fill my mouth."
He proceeded down her body, dabbing her with her own dew and sucking it off her skin, before separating her legs and opening his mouth on her hot, pulsating pussy. Finley’s head lifted off the bed. The incredible, indescribable sensation rocked her out of her universe.
Using only his mouth on her, Jagger parted her folds with his tongue, then licked the slickness pooling at her entrance. He lashed her clit with a plethora of strikes, and she thanked him by coming again. And again.
He ate and drank from her as if he were starved for decades.
God help her.
He didn’t stop. Not until he had rendered her a hot mess and she lay in a puddle of her arousal underneath her.
"Please," she moaned, "Now. I need you now."
