Page 37 of The Councilor

When her hips started rocking, begging for more friction, I could tell I was losing control.

I continued teasing her as her body trembled, her legs flailing every few seconds. She’d wanted to seem so worldly but right now, she was highlighting her vulnerability. I had to wonder if any man had ever treated her right.

As I rubbed a single finger up and down her lace-covered crotch, she reverted back to animalistic moaning. I was enthralled with her reactions, so innocent.

So forbidden.

She was wet, so much so I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected she’d become so aroused this easily. But I planned on taking full advantage of it.

“Oh, God. I’m not…”

“You’re not what, princess? Hopefully, you’re not a virgin.”

“I might as well be,” she snorted.

I’d get into the whys later. I was far too famished.

A part of the beast inside of me wanted to drive my fingers through the lace. I debated doing so for a few seconds.

I would purchase her dozens of pairs from the finest lingerie shops. I drove three fingers right through the middle before gathering her legs in my arms, forcing both to bend at the knee.

She jerked up, panting heavily, now pressing her elbows onto the counter. As I peered up, a smile crossed my face from the continued dilation of her pupils.

I’d never had this strong of a reaction before.

That only fueled the fire that much more.

She even managed to dig her heels into the counter and when I lowered my head, blowing across her luscious, plump pussy lips, I wasn’t expecting her laugh. It sent a wave of tingles shooting down the back of my legs. I wasted no additional time, driving my tongue through the forced opening.

The taste was out of this world, like sweet nectar. I was ravenously hungry at this point, incapable of holding back.

The way Raphaella bucked hard pushed me into splitting her legs wider open. It didn’t take long before the hole was madebigger, my needs larger than life or decency. The thought brought a smile to my face even as I used my teeth to rip away part of the material.

“You’re horrible!” Her cries were short lived, her moans only escalating.

“Yes, I am.” The admittance also brought a needy, evil chuckle up from my throat. I ripped more of the lace, exposing most of her pussy. She was glistening, which shouldn’t catch me off guard, but it did.

I’d never been much into foreplay, but I could do this for hours. I raked my tongue up and down, sucking on her clit for a full minute or more until it was obvious she was overly sensitive. She was even kicking out her legs, still trembling from my touch.

I’d introduce her to moments of raw pleasure she’d never experienced before. Maybe I’d lost my mind, allowing my inhibitions to fall, but we were both too far gone at this point.

Feasting was an artform, ensuring a woman knew how you felt.

Or so that anyone else looking on would know she belonged to you.

In this case, so many things would happen I was looking forward to.

I closed my eyes, shifting into a slower mode. Seconds later, I couldn’t seem to control my actions, ripping off her panties entirely. Finally having all her wetness exposed to me sent another shot of electricity from one of us to the other. That was easy to tell by her continued gasps.

I was nothing but some ravenous savage over the next few minutes, barely containing myself as I alternated driving intoher sweetness with my tongue and fingers. The moment I flexed my long digits open, I sensed her body tensing for an entirely different reason.

While I could do this for hours, I doubted she could wait that long. She was now twisting back and forth, throwing back her arms until she was able to knock a few things from the island. She laughed, another wave of embarrassment rushing up and down the length of her body.

Much like I was allowing my tongue to do. With every drop of her sweet cream, I wanted to feast more. Harder. Faster.

Her channel was so tight, clamping around my tongue and fingers in a surprisingly viselike manner. It was obvious she was close to climaxing. For a man who remained famished, I did my best to bring her right to the edge and pull back, keeping the moment going.

“Oh, God. I can’t… This is…” She kicked out her legs, hitting me in the chest.