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“I’m telling you, Ican’t.”
He fingers a strand of my hair, playing with it absentmindedly before his gaze comes back to mine.
“And I’m telling you that I’m going to have zero issue making you come. You’ll be embarrassed by how quickly I make your pretty little pussy weep on my tongue.” He releases the strand and drops his hand. “Come sit on my face. I won’t ask again.”
I knew I was right earlier.
I’m completely outmatched here.
I shake my head. “I’m too heavy.”
He’s either unwilling to listen to me any longer or he’s had enough of me wasting his time, because he bends at the waist and threads his arms between my legs. He hooks my thighs over his forearms and hoists me high against his chest like I weigh nothing, turning us around and marching down a hallway towards the bedroom with me in his arms.
“Oh, my God.” I shriek.
I hear more than see him kick a door open and then he dumps me on the bed. I bounce but he doesn’t let me settle. He grabs my hips and flips me so that I’m face down on the mattress.
Before I can say anything, he grips the zipper at the back of my dress and yanks it completely down in one move. He’s far from gentle as he tugs the fabric away from me, revealing my naked body clad only in a thong beneath it.
“Turn off the lights.” I beg.
I’ve never had the lights on during sex and I can feel my mind wandering to all the imperfections he must see.
His palm comes down with a warning crack on my ass and I yelp.
“No fucking way. I want to see every inch of you.” He says, definitively.
I blush in response.
“I didn’t think anything could top your confidence but this shyness is killing me.”
I shriek when he bites my right cheek, his teeth sinking deep into the skin as he palms my ass in each hand.
“Don’t you know it’s a bad idea to keep a man from his meal when he’s hungry?” He demands, his voice rough with arousal. “And I’m fuckingstarving.”
His finger brushes along my back, artfully tracing the sword I have tattooed down my spine. The hilt is covered in roses and thorns and sits perfectly between my shoulder blades. The tip of the épée ends at my lower back right above my two dimples.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re talented,” he adds, remembering my comment from earlier.
My cheeks heat at his compliment, a pleased smile tugging at my lips, but he flips me again before I can form a response.
My tits bounce as I turn and his eyes sharpen on me. The bed is low to the ground so he veritably towers over me as he inspects my body. I’m caught up wondering if he’s judging what he sees, if any parts of me are putting him off, but then he bends and licks my pierced nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
I squeal in response. The sensation of his wet tongue on the cold metal and my warm flesh makes stars shoot behind my eyelids. I got it pierced only a few weeks ago with my best friend Sixtine, so it’s a new and sensitive addition.
He grunts as his teeth rake over the piercing, the vibrations raising goosebumps down my flesh.
“Any other surprises?” He asks.
I shake my head, speechless.
“At a loss for words already?” He notices, fingers dancing over my skin. “Better find your voice quickly, I plan on making you scream.”
With that, he releases my nipple, rips my thong off me in one clean move, and lays on the bed beside me. He grips my hips and I yelp when he picks me up like I weigh nothing and positions my legs bent at the knees on either side of his face.
“Gary–,oh, my God!” I shriek when I feel the first lap of his tongue against my center.
“So wet for me,” he growls, then licks me a second time from my entrance to my clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
