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He inserts a finger and I just about die.
“Please, what?”
I swallow hard, my nipples so tender and needy. I need his mouth on them. “Please, Mr. Devereaux. Please let me come.”
One hand still grips my ass as the other plunges in and out of me as he adds another finger.
“Such a dirty little girl,” he mutters. “Look at this pretty pussy, taking my fingers. I bet you want my tongue, don’t you? Little Brat.”
“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, I do, please. Oh God, oh…” He brushes my clit with his thumb.
“Don’t come,” he warns. I know he knows it’s fruitless. Any excuse to punish me, but still, he lets me moan like his paid little whore. And I love every second of it.
Without warning, my orgasm shatters me into oblivion. I’ve never come like this before. Not from being fingered. Mr. Devereaux certainly knows how to use those skilled fingers.
“Oops,” I breathe when my climax dissipates.
He leans down and plants a kiss on either side of my cheeks. “Oops?”
“I couldn’t help it,” I pant. “You were flicking my bean like a man possessed, telling me not to come.”
I hear him chuckle. “Lift your ass higher. I want to taste your pussy.”
I do as he says, bending right over as I lift my hips. Thank God I do Pilates because I’m not sure how long I can hold this position.
He groans when he parts my ass cheeks and spreads me wider. Shifting in his seat, I feel his tongue on my pussy as I shudder. It feels like absolute bliss.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he murmurs. “Just like I remember from the other night.”
“Please, Daddy. I need your tongue on me.”
“Where do you need it, my darling?”
“Inside me. My clit. My lips. You choose. I’m so close…” One little movement and I know I’ll go off like a tornado.
He chuckles again and I feel his whiskers brush against me as I try to hold it in. Really, I do. But it just feels so damn good. He licks through my folds and I buck forwards, hitting my head on the window. “Ouch!”
“Careful,” he admonishes. He licks and sucks, pulling on my labia as I groan like his perfect little brat.
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you like me eating you like this?”
“No.”
“No?” He stops.
“I love it. But I need to come.”
“Such a bossy little thing.” He doesn't wait for me to answer. Instead, he shoves his tongue inside my hole and I cry out. He strengthens his grip on my hips as I press my hands against the window and ride out my next crescendo.
“Far fucking out,” I groan. “You’re so good at this.”
He doesn’t stop there. He fingers me, curling upward so he hits my G-spot and that stops me in my tracks. “Oh, Alistair.”
Whack.
“Ouch!”
