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I shrug, knowing she can feel it with her thigh on my shoulder. “I'm fine to play with you, my sweet...” I circle her opening again. “Little…” I pull back and kiss her clit. “Dripping…” Trail my tongue through her wetness again. “Keri.”
Another shuddering breath echoes as I look up at her. Her head falls back, meeting the wall as she debates within herself about what she really has to lose by begging now. Her pride up against her lust. I tip the odds to the feeling I want her to let win, sliding just the tip of my tongue into her. She whimpers as I move it from side to side, flicking the tip up right before I take it out. Before she even says a word, I know lust has won.
“Please,” she pleads, “again, please.”
I shake my head. “That would have been enough before you took so long to beg. Now, I need you to tell me exactly what you're begging for.”
“Your tongue,” she's quick to say. “Your tongue deep inside me. Please.”
I thrust my tongue into her, and her hands shoot forward, probably aiming for my hair, but ending up on my horns instead. She’s surprised at first, but her mind quickly supplies her with an image of what she's grabbing. Her fingers aren't at all timid when she feels her way down and wraps around the base of them. I'm the one gasping now with the feel of her hands around one of my most sensitive parts. Even though the sound is muffled against her pussy, I know she's heard it from the way she grips my horns harder and begins using them to move my head back and forth, her hips arching up to meet my mouth each time.
She rides my tongue, her sweet sounds the best things I have ever heard in my life. Each sigh, moan, gasp, and broken cry for more only makes me slide my tongue into her faster, harder. Her taste floods my tongue, and her pussy spasms around it each time it enters her. I bring my hand up, claws ripping her dress as it goes, right up the middle until it falls apart and I can grab her breast. I pinch the nipple between my finger and thumb and her hips buck forward. When I slide my tongue out of her, I love the way she whimpers at the loss, her grip on my horns turning savage in her effort to get me back where she wants me.
“Come on my tongue, Keri,” I grunt. “I want to fucking taste your cum.”
“Make. Me,” she pants.
“Is that…a challenge?” I slowly ask.
“Only if you think you're up to the task.”
“Oh, Keri.” I run my wet lips along her inner thigh, closer and closer to her pussy. “You don't know what you've done.”
There are no more words exchanged or needed as I lay my tongue flat to her clit, licking up slow and hard, making a shiver race through her.
“Yes.” She moans.
I do it again, retracting my claws as I bring my hand back down her body. Then, as I drag my hand across her stomach, around to her back and then down to her ass, positioning my fingers at her opening, I suck her clit into my mouth again. Just as she gasps out a loud demand formoreI drive two fingers into her. She comes with a scream, tightening around my fingers, back arching so her pussy is pressing even harder against my mouth, grip turning painful on my horns. I love all of it.
I thrust my fingers into her again and again, the sound of her wetness around them, between them, seeming to echo in the tunnel, certainly in my ears.
I hook my fingers inside her and she damn near purrs above me, her body jerking and her mind nothing but thoughts of ecstasy and bliss. But I want her taste on my tongue, so I pull my fingers out of her and let her clit go, bringing my tongue to her opening and my thumb to her clit. I rub hard circles into it as my tongue slides inside her. I groan as her taste explodes over my tongue while she moves her hips, so she's fucking herself with my tongue. Her thigh trembles on my shoulder, hands shaky on my horns, her moans coming out with a quiver. Only when her back stops arching, and her body goes slack do I still my thumb and give her one last lick before moving my mouth away from her.
I slide her leg off my shoulder and even though I know from her thoughts that her legs are weak, and her body feels like it weighs far too much, she shrugs to let her dress fall from her body. Then, she drops to her knees and charges at me. Her hands land on my shoulders but she quickly moves them down to my chest, pushing me back. I could fight her, but I don't want to. Not when her body is bare as it hovers over me. I fall to the ground and she crawls over me, her pussy wet on my cock, her breasts pressing against my chest, and the ends of her hair tickling my neck with how close her face is to mine.
“What do you have to say now?” she angrily asks.
I raise my head, bringing my mouth within inches of her before I say, “I. Win.”
Chapter 5
I can only see red eyes staring up at me, but I swear they're laughing at me. Making a mockery out of the way I just let him between my thighs. The way I begged for more. The way I weakened for him. I growl as my hands move, one sliding over his chest and up to his throat, the other raising up and pulling back. I bring it forward, aiming above my hand on his neck, just hoping I hit anywhere on his face, mouth, nose, or eyes, but his hand wraps around my wrist before I make contact. A laugh barks out of him.
“Do you want to fuck me or fight me?”
“Both!” I shout before I can catch myself.
“I thought we agreed no more fighting if I made you come?”
I lower my face closer to those burning, red eyes. “I. Lied.”
Then, his lips are on mine. My mind screams for me to pull back, run even, put my hand to the wall and follow it for as long as I can to get far away from him. Yet, the thrumming between my thighs, the desire coiled deep inside me, and the lust that bursts within me when his tongue licks along my bottom lip, they all make me do the exact opposite. I lean forward, pressing my mouth harder to his. The groan that leaves him makes me shiver and I feel his lips curve up against mine, letting me know he felt it. Pride fills me. My wounded pride. Now, that makes me tear my mouth away from his, hurrying to sit up.
“No!” he growls.
His hand lets go of my wrist and goes to my throat, holding mine tighter than the one I have on his, and I'm supposed to be the one threatening him right now. I grip his neck harder, and he does the same to me, tightening his hand until a croak leaves me.
“Give me your mouth again,” he demands.
