Page 66 of That Last Secret
I lower myself to my knees, bunching the bottom of her dress in my hands. “Tell me to stop,” I urge, looking up at her. “Tell me this isn’t what you want and I’ll stop.”
“It’s just… I don’t know if I can come like that.” I raise a brow at that. She must pick up on my confusion because she bendsdown to put her dress back in place and tries to move away. “This was a bad idea.”
I stop Emiline before she can walk away by grabbing her wrist and standing to face her. “It isn’t, and that’s not what I meant. I just want to understand whatyoumeant.”
She releases a long sigh. “I don’t always get off, okay? I can’t remember the last time I had my needs met. No one has ever done this before. I don’t know why you stopped me before. I was this close.” She emphasizes words by holding her fingers up close together.
I can’t help but smile because all I hear ischallenge accepted.
“Wanna make a bet?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “What kind of bet?”
“I can have you coming with my name on your lips in less than two minutes flat,” I say with complete confidence because I know I won’t be able to stop until she’s dripping for me.
“Cocky, much?”
“Confident. Big difference,” I grin. “And since this is a one-time thing for us, I plan to fully get my taste of you so when you leave, and I lay in bed gripping my cock to the thought of your wet pussy on my lips,Ican come in less than two minutes too.” I wink.
Emiline’s lips part as she stares at me.
She’s absolutely not used to being talked to like this.
I bring myself to my knees again and lift her dress up to expose her panties. Her back falls against the wall, and she presses her hips forward for me, giving me access. I hook a finger in the band of her lace panties, bringing them down, and my eyes greedily drink in the view of how her body responds to me.
I want to memorize every single one of her reactions.
I let her panties fall to her ankles, and she gasps when I press my lips to her pubic bone.
I finally look at her glistening pussy when I reach between her thighs. I feel my cock throbs against my dress pants, wanting to feel the wetness coat my length, but I ignore it.
Emiline opens up easily, and I can hear her breathing pick up when I haven’t even touched her in her most sensitive spot. I finally dip a single finger in, and she instantly coats me.
I groan as I spread her wider, and she lifts a leg for me and rests her foot on my shoulder, giving me easier access.
I’m not one for rushing this sort of thing because it’s my favorite thing to do, but I’m on the clock to make Emiline come.
A bet is a bet, even though I have no clue what’s at stake here.
I dip my head down and disappear between her legs, my tongue swiping against her pussy. Emiline’s back arches off the wall, and her hand tangles itself in my hair.
A part of me knows this is the worst idea. There’s no way that, with the way she tastes, I’ll be able to make this a one fucking time thing.
Not a chance.
I swipe slow, languid strokes. I then find her clit, giving it a long suck before flicking my tongue over it repeatedly. Her legs tremble around me, and her body shudders.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” she repeats. “What the hell are you doing to me? Th-this feels too good, Logan. So good.”
I grin into her pussy. The hold she has on my hair tightens, and I’m going to come in my pants if she continues like this. There’s no way I’ll last more than one minute when she goes back into her hotel room before I jerk myself off. If I even make it that far.
As I sense she’s about to go over the edge, I slide a finger into her entrance and feel her clench around me. I hook it just the right amount to find the spot I doubt anyone has ever touched on her.
Her pussy throbs around my finger, and now I know she’s ready. I add in a second finger and suck her clit harder and faster, making her hips buck into my face.
“I. I. I’m coming,” she screams. “Logan. Oh my god, Logan.” She continuously repeats my name as she comes.
And I do too.