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His tongue dives into my mouth as he strategically turns us around so that his body blocks mine from view. I let him lead. His exploration of my mouth is thorough and seeking. It’s like he wants to taste all of me. As my hands come to brace against his chest, he pulls away to whisper against my lips,
“You’re playing with fire, dollface.” Trip bends his head and kisses along my neck. His hands drop to my hips, and he pulls me closer. He takes a step forward, forcing me backward until I gently hit the wall. “Fuck, I want to burn your world down for disrupting mine. I want to suck the air from your lungs and leave scars on your body as a punishment for trying to ruin this.”
Suddenly, he gets to his knees. I gasp in surprise.
“Trip!”
“Shh, dollface,” he orders darkly, a smirk pulling around his mouth. His hands land on my calves before they skim up, over my skin, and push up my skirt.
“Trip! No, wait, what are you—”
“I want to drive you mad tonight. Maybe if Isharemy insanity, it won’t consume me as much as it has been.” Trip’s gaze falls to my panties as he reaches forward to peel them aside. “Oh my, look at you. Already wet.”
The way Trip’s lips skim across my inner thigh causes me to tremble.
“We shouldn’t do this, Trip.” My protest is weak and trails off as he plants a kiss on my mound.
Trip hums in disagreement. “You act all brazen and uppity, but your body wants to be used. To be played with. The others knew you were meant to be our doll from the beginning. While I had my doubts, they’re gone now.”
Two of his fingers slide deep into my core. On their own accord, my legs part and my hands land on Trip’s shoulders. Even the slightest movement causes the muscles in his shoulders to ripple and flex. I can’t stop my fingers from digging into them. Trip lets out the softest of moans. He pulls his fingers free, grabs the back of my thighs, and dives face first between my legs.
His hot mouth latches onto me. I choke on my cry of surprise and awe. Trip’s tongue slides through my slick folds, caressing every inch of me. His tongue curls around and teases my clit. As his mouth focuses on that particular spot, a hand rises and fingers dip into my pussy. When they twist and curl, my own dig harder into Trip’s shoulders. His mouth pulls away from me only so that he can tilt his head up to look up at me.
The sight of the man who has complete control over me on his knees and his fingers deep inside of my body, causes my pussy to clench around his digits.
“Do you want to cum, dollface?”
I can’t look away from those dark eyes watching me intently. Swallowing hard, I nod. My breathing hitches as his fingers scissor inside of me.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Trip, yes!” I whisper urgently, as my hips jerk forward.
“Beg for it.”
What?Beg? No… I let out a deep groan as Trip inserts a third finger. Tension coils in between my legs. I can’t stop from trying to hump his hand. The pleasure building is nearing my breaking point. As if he knows, Trip’s fingers slow down.
“No, no, no! Please, Trip. I want to cum, I need to. Please let me cum,” I cry out softly.
Trip hums. “More.”
“Trip, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Please just allow me to cum. I need this. Your fingers inside me feel like heaven.” My legs tremble. “Please, please, please…”
“Do you feel crazed yet, dollface?”
“Yes, Trip!”
My confirmation earns me a reward. His mouth returns to devour me while his fingers plunge deeper into my pussy. The orgasm that ignites, starts between my legs and billows outwards in a torrent of heat. It hits hard and shakes my soul. My hands grab the side of Trip’s face while my hips grind against it.
“Trip, Trip, oh Trip—TRIP!”
I yelp loudly,tooloudly, as he tackles me sideways, onto the ground. His teeth are at my neck, his fingers, drenched in my arousal, are suddenly shoved into my mouth.
“Do you taste how much your body loves me?” he growls into my ear as he climbs on top of me. “How much it craves my touch? You’re always so damn wet for me, dollface.”
I look up at him, on my back on the floor of my library, in shock. I can taste my arousal. It should gross me out. That was his intention, after all. But rather than recoil or fight the fingers in my mouth, I suck on them. Trip’s pupils blow wide. My heart races and my body clenches around nothing as it seeks more… When Trip pulls his fingers clean, I open my mouth to tell him to get off me.
“Fuck me, Trip.”
