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He growls against me and slowly pulls his mouth up when I squeeze my legs tighter around him and his thick bulge taps on my clit. Gracing the tip with his teeth, he licks around it and drags his mouth to the other nipple, repeating his action.
All the while subjecting me to this sweet torture laced with need and mistakes in the future because a desire so strong can’t be controlled.
And what can’t be controlled promises trouble but I’m too lost to listen to all the warnings.
I need him in ways I never expected to need or want a man, and is it so bad just once to indulge in my deepest cravings?
Like Cinderella who allowed herself one ball where she could shine.
“Octavius, please.” I’m not sure whether I’m asking for him to stop or continue.
He lets go of my nipple, stepping back from me, and instantly I miss his warmth, frowning in confusion only to exhale in relief when he grabs my foot, removing my boot. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Ah, kitten. Where you afraid I’d really stop?” He picks up my other foot and does the same, my shoes dropping on the floor while he grips my jeans, pulling them down. I help him and shortly, only black lacy panties cover me from his view. “Fuck. Look at you, kitten.” His voice turns hoarse and an odd thrill rushes through my veins at his dumbfounded stare, his brown orbs sweeping over my form in a possessive glide that I can almost touch. “Beautiful, hot, and all fucking mine.”
We lounge toward each other simultaneously, our mouths meeting and locking in a desperate kiss, our tongues entwining and stroking one another’s. I wrap my arms around him, my nails cutting into his nape, earning me a hiss while he thrusts his hips forward, my core contracting at the contact while thousands of carnal thoughts rule my mind.
I could never imagine that a woman might want a man the way I want Octavius right now.
Holding on to him, I wish to remove all the barriers separating us and feel his flesh against mine, driving hard into me and ruining me for anyone else but him.
He’s already done that in a way and since the thoughts are too disturbing to examine, I arch my back and hips, meeting his strokes.
If he just stays this way a little bit longer…
“What do you want, kitten?” He asks, nipping on my chin while I inhale much-needed air. “Voice your wish.”
“I need…I need…” My cheeks heat just thinking about what I need and he chuckles, his hot breath fanning my shoulder. “I need…”
I close my eyes in frustration, hating being so shy all of a sudden as his lips move to my neck and he rubs his stubble over it, tickling sensations washing over me. “Ah, my little kitten. Do you need a little bit of help?” I nod, my fingers falling to his chest and gripping his shirt. “What do you want?” he repeats again, and a shiver rushes down my spine when he drops his voice to a hushed whisper. “My tongue licking this needy pussy clean?” He thrusts forward and my core clenches around him instantly, proving his point, and a sob slips past my lips. “Or maybe you need my fingers, probing deep inside you and preparing you just for a fraction of what’s to come next?” He places a kiss on my pulse, his hands grabbing my hips while he moves closer to my ear. “Or do you want me to just fuck you so hard we shake the table and no reservations remain in this pretty head of yours?”
His words should scare me or offend me, but instead they light me up like nothing else, the images painted in my head too vivid to withstand. So I lose all inhibitions and say, “Everything. I need everything.” My squeal echoes through the room when he sends me flying flat on my back, the ceiling so spotless it gives me the reflection of us in it. My body grows hotter if that’s even possible. “Octavius.”
He places both of my feet on the edge of the table and makes room for himself, his hands gliding over my thighs. “Greedy, greedy kitten.” He puts his mouth on my stomach, dragging it to my navel and breathing me in before ripping my panties away, leaving me bare to his hungry gaze, and part of me wants to close my legs and hide from his piercing stare.
However the other one watching the man look at me with so much heat and desire thrives under his appreciating gaze and I arch my back, begging, “Octavius, please. I ache.”
“Do you now, kitten?” His fingers skim over my folds, making me jerk as he traces my opening and leans closer, rubbing his stubble on the inside of my thigh and leaving small stinging sensations. He repeats the action with my other thigh all the while I grow wetter and more breathless. “Luckily for you, kitten, my tongue and dick are exclusively yours. So you can get whatever the fuck you want and need from me.” I gasp when he presses his thumb on my clit, hotness washing over me. “Only from me.” His palms slide under my ass, gripping it and lifting it to his mouth. “Only ever me.” My fingers curl around the edge of the table while we stare at one another and he says, “You have my permission to scream.” I have no time to muster up a comeback at this rather condescending order because my cry tears from my throat when he opens his mouth wide and stabs his tongue deep into me, all thoughts flying from my mind.
The hot flushes along with electric volts nip my skin, creating a blissful cocoon where pleasure travels through me wave after wave as he roams between my folds, my core clenching around him as he groans into me.
My hands drift to his hair, lacing my fingers in it, and I grip it hard while he enters me in even strokes, so I lift my hips to match his rhythm, gasping at the friction and lust enveloping me as countless moans slip past my lips. “Octavius.” I pull at his hair, placing my foot on his shoulder and opening myself wider for him while he puts me back on the table, his foreman keeping me in place and not allowing me to speed up the process.
Every breath feels like a chore because I teeter on the edge of the cliff and wish to jump off it to reach the high he promises, but some invisible chains stop me.
I clamp my thighs around him and he forcefully pushes them apart on the table as he slowly drags his tongue out and traces it upward, licking me from bottom to top until he reaches my clit and traps it between his teeth, making me hiss. “Octavius, please.”
“Octavius, please what?” he asks, sucking on my clit while slipping two fingers inside me, stretching me for what’s to come next, and the double pressure almost makes me burst.
Almost because the high still seems unattainable as this man likes to subject me to his torture and deny me the pleasure that’s mine to take. “Octavius, please what?” he repeats, his lips drifting back as he licks me clean before pinching my lower lips and biting on them, my hips flying up only for him to press his arm on my stomach as I twist my head side to side on the table. “You’re brave, kitten. Say it.” He slips one more finger in, drumming them inside me while I grip his hair so hard, it probably brings him pain. All I can do is arch my back and welcome all these sensations creating their own frenzy.
“I want to come.” We both still at my words, I’m shocked I found the strength to say them and my moan echoes when he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue yet again, owning me while his thumb flicks over my clit, bringing me closer and closer as he pushes deeper and deeper. “Make me come.” I start to move again, just a little bit longer and the bliss calling my name on the horizon will be…
I cry in frustration when he lifts up, his lips glistening with me, and he sends me a wicked grin. “I will, kitten. But the first time you come will be with my dick slamming into you hard.” He wipes his face on my stomach and straightens up, stepping away. My whole body buzzes with need and I whimper when he lowers down his zipper, his cock springing free.
It’s thick and long, my insides clenching at the sight while I bite on my lip, resisting the urge to lick the precum dripping from the tip.
He takes out a condom from the back pocket of his pants and the need consuming me dims as anger overshadows it. I frown when he puts his palm on me and skates it upward until he reaches my throat and wraps his hand around, dragging me upward. He steps between my legs again. “I knew you’d be here. That’s the only reason I have it on me tonight.” His explanation soothes my jealousy, although I don’t miss the amusement lighting up his face. “I want only you.” He gives his hard length one long stroke before ripping open the condom with his teeth and rolling it on. “Come here, kitten,” he says and grabs my hips, sliding me closer to him as the tip circles around my opening, the air hitching in my throat while anticipation and desire consume me. I expect him to end our misery and give us both what we so crave, but he stills my hips instead and catches my gaze, steel and possessiveness coating his voice. “Who do you belong to Isla?”
No.
