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“You’ve never been fucked by me.” He swiped his tongue in the hollow at her throat, teeth scraping. His touch was… She hadn’t anticipated it. And that was her bad. “All the plans you have in your head…” His voice rumbled against her skin, the sensation like pebbles tumbling helplessly under the flow of water. “All those plans for how you think this thing between us will go, discard them now.”
He was beautiful, one of the reasons she’d made it her duty to tie him to her. She collected beautiful things. Toro’s beauty was in his savagery, in the bloodlust that warred with arousal in his eyes.
In his untamed nature.
He was a thrill ride and she wanted to ride him until she couldn’t walk.
Of course, he didn’t need to know all that. She dragged her teeth along her bottom lip, peering up at him through her lashes. “Can you fuck me the way you talk? For hours?” She lifted an eyebrow. “Or do you need instructions?”
His lips curved, indulgent. “I know how to get to the kitty. I don’t need directions.” He released her nipple with one final, sharp twist and dropped his hand between her thighs. “And I’m not one of your sycophants. I know what to do with it.” He winked and got onto his knees, both hands pushing her legs apart so hard the chair she sat on tipped dangerously. “I don’t need instructions.”
That shivery thread in her lower belly, the one she hated, the one that only appeared at the sight of him, made itself known then. She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes briefly, trying to take deep breaths discreetly. “You’re not here for conversation.” Even though she liked his words, the way he spoke. His mouth. She liked his mouth. Couldn’t stop staring at it.
“Why am I here?” he asked conversationally, alternating his attention between her face and the juncture of her thighs. She didn’t have any hang-ups about her body. She’d lived, given life, and earned every scar and stretch mark she wore proudly. But the hunger and wonder in his eyes didn’t let up even when he was face-to-face with the most intimate parts of her.
She appreciated that.
Might even like it a little too much.
She’d shaved for him, polished the puss until it shined. And she’d allowed nobody to touch her for weeks. She’d gone all out for this man and he would never know it. She wouldn’t allow it. “You’re here to do whatever I want. Whenever I want.” So many plans. Oh, the things she’d planned for him. They all drifted away on a groan when he slid confident fingers through her folds.
Touching her as if he had the rights to her. As if he were in her head and knew where to touch, how much pressure to give.
“Nah, keep talking. Keep telling me what I’m supposed to do.” His voice was smooth silk, sliding over her skin obscenely. She gushed, making it that much easier for him to press two digits into her.
God.
After years of being used by others, she’d taken control of her sexuality. Owned it. Loved it. Flaunted it with zero excuses. She hadn’t truly enjoyed sex until well into her thirties and now, she felt as if she’d gotten a second wind. Toro had her feeling untried again.
She swallowed the moan, drawing her legs up, barricading him in. Shuddering. Thick fingers, a prelude for what was to come. She hadn’t even seen his dick yet but she salivated at the thought of the pounding he’d give her.
“I’m not one for the mind games,” he murmured at the inside of her thigh, breath tickling, fingers fucking her lazily. As if he were in no hurry to get her where she desperately wanted to go. “I say what I mean.” He pulled out his fingers and grabbed the backs of her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the chair.
Burying his face in her wetness.
She cried out then.
She gave him all the sounds he wrung from her, his tongue and teeth working her clit in a delicate balance of pain and pleasure. For a moment there she forgot she was sitting and grabbed the back of his neck, clinging to him with both hands, afraid she’d fall. He had her on high, looking down at herself. Legs hanging on either side of the chair arms, head thrown back, robe parted down the middle and exposing her naked body to him.
Toro ate her with enthusiastic grunts, shaking off her hold, hands on the back of her thighs, opening her wider than she’d ever been. His entire face was up in her cunt. She kept gushing for him.
Every swipe of his tongue.
Every nip of his teeth.
He had her shaking, abandoning any pretense that he wasn’t hitting it like she wanted, like she knew he would. The hoops she’d jumped through—the web she’d weaved to get him in her bed—were all worth it, and she hadn’t even taken the dick for a test drive yet.
His lips closed over her clit, slurping, fingers pushing back into her. Urgent. Strokes rougher this time. Pleasure like fire, it burned that good. Her body tensed as the climax drew closer. He tongue-lashed her clit, beating it up, flicking it with his stiffened tongue. She squirmed, grabbing on to his neck again, fingernails digging into his nape.
“Oh, god. Mmfff.” She couldn’t hold it back. Goddamn, her legs were shaking so hard. “Aww, shi—”
He disappeared.
Taking his fucking tongue and those thick as fuck fingers away.
He just… left her hanging.
She panted, blinking at him. “What—”
