Page 7 of Dangerously Tempting
As soon as the words leave my mouth he grips the fabric between his hands and tears it apart until I’m lying bare before him. My eyes widen as I watch him toss my thong over his shoulder and gaze down at me like he didn’t just do something I didn’t realize would be so fucking hot. I’m not sure I’m going to survive this without burning up from the heat.
“Now, lie there while I eat my fill.” I think my whole body blushes as he drops to his knees at the end of the bed and dives head-first into my pussy with no preamble whatsoever. He runs the flat of his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth, and my back arches off the bed.
He places his hands behind my knees, pushing my legs up against my torso and out of his way. Pulling away from my clit he blows a breath over it before lapping it with another lick. He nips and sucks until I’m wriggling beneath him. It’s both too much and not enough and it’s driving me wild. He shifts, his grip on my legs tightening, and then his tongue is pushing inside of me and my eyes roll back.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, reaching down to grip his hair and pull him closer. He pulls away instead, nipping at my thigh before reaching up to pull my hand away and place it on my stomach.
“I said lie there. I’m the one in control here, remember?”
“Yes,” I manage to whimper. If I had any doubts about him stopping what was happening, they’re all gone now.
“That’s a good girl. Keep those legs up for me.”
I do as he says, hooking my hands beneath my knees. He kisses along my thighs, torturing me while littering them in grazes from his teeth. The feel of his beard against my skin is a mix of a tickle and erotic and I squirm.
“Please,” I finally beg. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He chuckles, deep and low, and when his eyes flick up to mine they’re full of mischief. “Don’t like to be teased, hmm?”
“No,” I grumble, pursing my lips. “Does anyone like to be teased? It seems more like pain than pleasure.”
“But pain can be a pleasure.” He runs his hands along my thighs, his eyes flicking between mine, and then suddenly there’s a sting across my ass cheek and I jolt with a yelp.
“Did you just—“
“Spank you? Yes.” He grins, rubbing his hand across the spot that’s now flooding with heat. He glances down at my body. “And you can try to say you don’t like it, but your cunt is telling a completely different story.”
As if to prove his point he dips a finger into me, just enough to gather my wetness and bring it up to rub on my clit. I feel like my entire body heats at his words and I drop my head back against the bed, both out of embarrassment and pleasure from his touch finally being where I need it. He can’t have me spread out like this and be talking like that at the same time or I’m going to combust.
There’s a press of his lips against my inner thigh and I groan at how close his mouth is to hitting the target, but his fingers go still on my clit. “I want those eyes on me, Amelia. I want you to watch as I devour this soaking wet pussy until you come.”
I lift my head up again but squeeze my eyes shut for a moment before meeting his gaze. It’s not going to be long before I detonate. I can handle this. I can totally keep my eyes open for this.
He gives me a knowing smirk before leaning forward to lick across my clit again before sucking it into his mouth. I drop one hand from under my knee to fist the bedding beneath me, fighting to keep my eyes on him even though I just want to throw my head back, bury my fingers in his hair, and smother him in my folds.
When he dips down to delve his tongue inside me I can’t help the groan that leaves my lips. Between his tongue, the chafe of his beard–which is an odd little cherry at the top of our eroticism sundae–and the way his fingers alternated between gripping my ass and delving into my pussy, I can’t control the sounds he’s pulling from me.
He sucks my clit, pushing his fingers into me before hooking them in just the right way and hitting just the right spot. My orgasm slams into me, leaving my throat in a near scream that I raise my hand to silence. He captures my arm with his free hand before it can get there.
“No, I want to hear you,” he growls against my clit before taking it back into his mouth again and devouring me until I’m a shaking, panting mess, begging him for mercy. He finally pulls away, looking far too pleased with himself as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before swatting my ass again. “Now get on your hands and knees.”
I take a moment to suck in a breath as he looms over me, that smirk on his lips. He hooks his thumbs into the band of his boxer briefs like he’s about to pull them down and quirks a brow at me.
“You’re not going to let me see what you’re hiding under there, first?” I question, glancing down at the bulge he’s sporting.
“Amelia,” he growls, the warning clear in his tone. “If you want to feel my cock in that tight cunt, you’ll do as you’re told. Now roll over and put that ass in the air for me.”
His words alone have my core clenching and without a second thought I toe off my heels and let them drop to the floor, roll over, and pull my knees underneath myself so my ass is up, but my chest is still pressed to the bed. His hands are immediately there, caressing the curve of my ass and rubbing down my back before I feel his teeth dig into my upper ass cheek, pulling a surprised yelp from my throat before he soothes the spot with his tongue.
“That’s it,” he rasps, his fingers dipping down to delve into my pussy again. “You do know how to be a good girl, don’t you?”
I whine, not sure what to say as he gets me worked up all over again. His other hand doesn’t stop roaming across my flesh, stroking, squeezing, gripping, as he thrusts the fingers of his other hand into me. It’s a tease more than anything and has me gripping the comforter and groaning in frustration.
He pulls away, slapping my ass again, and this time I gasp as the pleasure shoots through me, the skin tingling where he struck. “Don’t move.” I grip the bedding even tighter as he steps away, rustling through the bedside table out of my view before coming to stand behind me again. I hear the tear of the condom wrapper before it’s dropped next to me on the bed.
I want to turn my head. I want to watch as he rolls the condom down over his cock. I want to see what he’s working with, but I want him inside of me more. He’s already proven he’ll stop if I don’t obey, so to get what I want as quickly as possible, I sit as still as a statue aside from my panted breaths against the comforter.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he rumbles, and then his hands are on my hips, pulling me back towards him. The head of his cock is immediately at my entrance and we both moan as he pushes into me. The stretch is intense as he pushes further in, and I groan. I knew he was packing something under those boxer briefs, but didn’t expect him to be so thick. “You can take it,” he groans, pulling back some before pushing in a bit farther.