Page 44 of Tempt Our Fate

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Page 44 of Tempt Our Fate

“Maybe you’ll change your mind about liking me when I get the chance to kiss your pussy. My tongue can be very persuasive.”

My hands drift underneath her shirt, testing out to see if she’ll let them roam. She doesn’t protest; in fact, she pushes me further, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt to keep me close to her.

If only she knew I had no intentions of moving. Not unless she told me to.

“I don’t,” she pants, her words getting cut off when I shove her shirt up. “I don’t typically like it when…” Her words fall short. I lower to my knees, looking up at her to find her cheeks flushed. I hope it’s from pleasure, not embarrassment for whatever she’s not saying.

“You don’t typically like being tongue fucked?” I pull at the cup of her cotton bra, freeing her breast and eager to finally let my mouth close on her peaked nipple with nothing between us.

“Camden.” My name sounds hot as hell falling from her lips. I want to lick every inch of her soft skin to see how many times I can get her to call my name out like a plea.

I take her nipple between my lips, closing my mouth around it. My tongue circles the peak as I soak in every single one of her reactions to what I’m doing. Her back arches, shoving her breast deeper into my mouth. I get so distracted savoring finally getting a front-row view to how perfect she is that I almost forget I’m still waiting for an answer from her.

Pulling away, I look up at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, like she’s trying to fight how good this feels. I’m having the same war with myself. There’s no reason for me to want this as bad as I do, but I lose all sense of right and wrong when I’m with her. All I see is her and the desperate need to get as much of her as possible before we start fighting again.

“I’m waiting for an answer,” I muse, running my finger along her stomach. Her breath hitches when I trace over the stretch of skin along the waistband of her jeans that’s been teasing me.

“To what?”

“If you enjoy coming against someone’s tongue as they give your pussy the attention it deserves.”

“Oh,” she murmurs, clutching the fabric of my collar when I undo the button of her jeans. “I just haven’t found someone who could make that happen.”

I’m so close to her cunt that I can smell her. It’s deliciously sweet, taunting and teasing me being so close but also not close enough.

“You haven’t come on someone’s tongue?” My voice is full of gravel. I hate the thought of any other man being so close to her pussy, but I hate even more that she seems to have given someone the chance and they couldn’t bring her to the brink of pure pleasure.

She shakes her head back and forth, telling me exactly what I want to know. I hook my fingers through the belt loops of her jeans, tugging until I’m pulling both the denim and her panties down her hips.

“You deserve someone who takes the time to get to know your cunt. Who will lick, suck, and do anything to find out what you like and don’t like. Who would spend hours with their face buried between your thighs if that’s what it took to make you scream their name.”

She’s finally bared to me, her wet, pink pussy the most perfect view I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I smirk, pausing for a moment. “Not that I think it’d take me that long. I’ll have you coming in no time.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“I’m quite positive, shortcake. If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to time me. Give me two minutes, and you’ll be screaming my name.”

Her head rocks side to side at the same moment her hips rock back and forth. She wants to fight this. To stop it so I won’t have this on her. If only she knew how much I’m giving up by admitting how bad I want her. She thinks by giving me her orgasm that she loses the constant battle between us, but it’ll be anything but. If I taste her cum on my tongue, I might let her win every argument between us just so I can have my fill of her as much as I can until she tires of me.

I lean back on my haunches for a moment, needing to capture the sight of her with her guard down and her pussy dripping for me.

Fuck, she’s wet. Arousal coats between her thighs, beckoning for me to reach out and spread them open wide to get a better view of her. I won’t be able to look for long before I dive in to taste her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking at you.”

She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I press my palms into them, stopping her from ruining my fun. “Don’t even think about it,” I growl.

“Your two minutes have started.”

I laugh, leaning in so my breath tickles her inner thighs. “Time doesn’t start until I say so. You have to give me a minute to appreciate every perfect inch of your body.” I kiss along the curve of her hips. The skin is so soft, a contrast to the way her nails claw at the back of my neck.

My lips lower, hovering along her bikini line. She mewls, clearly dissatisfied that I haven’t placed my lips on the place she aches for me the most.

“Don’t worry.” My tongue peeks out to lick the inside of her thigh. I couldn’t resist getting a little glimpse at the taste of her arousal that coats between her legs. “I’ll have your hips bucking as you fuck my face very soon. But first—” I pull away, letting my eyes do the exploring for a moment. “—I need to account for every dip and curve of your body.”




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