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“Never.” Why did I say that? I’m such an idiot!
He chuckles. “Challenge accepted.”
Before I can ask what he means, he lowers his head, and because I’m expecting more cool air, it takes me by surprise when he kisses methereinstead.
Not tentative swipes of his tongue, or even a talented dance around my clit. He’s full on french kissing my pussy like he was my lips a few minutes ago. And it’s so fucking hot.
I fist my hands in the sheets and try not to thrash.
“Please!” I wail fervently. I feel him smile against my oversensitive skin and when I bravely look down at him, he glances up and catches my eye.
He brushes my clit lightly, and I shudder all over. I’m on the very edge of orgasm, already, and I’m pretty sure he damn well knows it.
“Please, what?”
I’m rendered speechless. What do I even say to that? Please, what? What do I want? I sure as hell don’t want him to stop, but I get the feeling he had no intention of doing so anyway.
He grins, a wickedly devious flash of teeth that reminds me of a predator, and then drops his head back between my legs. The warmth of his breath is against my skin once more and I clench the bedsheets around me, my fingers digging through the soft fabric. He’s pressed his face right up against me, his hot exhales grazing my skin and making me squirm. This time, I don’t stand a chance. His tongue lashes at my already sensitive clit, like a whip yielded by a master who knows exactly how to hit his mark every single time.
With a wail, my orgasm rips from my body, leaving my throat raw.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he tells me, his voice low and husky.
“I’m not a girl,” I breathe. I’m trying to remember that I’m an adult. I’m not a girl.
“A bad girl,” he corrects me. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”
He growls, and his teeth nip lightly at my skin, dragging his mouth up along my clit and my pussy lips, and then sliding his tongue down to my entrance.
I moan at his tongue on my most sensitive parts. I’m already so wet that my juices are dripping off my pussy lips, and I can feel the slickness against my inner thighs.
Fuck. What’s he doing? I just came. I can’t take…more.
Can I?
If ever there was a better visual for the dam finally breaking, Malia Tarni Van der Zee is it. She’s obliterated my self-control with one taste. Cracks and fissures may have been appearing for weeks now whenever I’m around her, but it was the brush of her lips against mine that finally did me in. The dam broke.
And now that I’ve tasted her, feasted on her, I can’t stop. If her kiss was a bomb which broke my self-control, her essence is the rushing water that decimates everything in its path.
She whimpers when I pass my tongue over her sensitive nub, and I feel a stab of satisfaction that I’ve wrecked her almost as thoroughly as she’s wrecked me.
“I can’t,” she cries when I don’t stop.
“Yes you can. And you will. Because you want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” she hisses, swiping her hands across her brow and into her hair. “Yes.”
“Yes, what, Malia?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
My mouth returns to her sex, licking and sucking until she’s shuddering again. I thrust my tongue as far inside her as I can, lapping at her juices with vigour. Then I switch my attention to her clit, feasting on it until she’s mewling for mercy. I replace my tongue inside of her with my fingers, pressing down.
She gasps and jerks her torso up off the bed, so that she’s half sitting and staring down at me.
“What was that?” She pants. I repeat the action and it has the same effect on her, making me smirk.
