Page 166 of The Grand Duel
“You taste as good as I remember, baby,” I groan, dipping my head to place a kiss to her stomach.
I let out another moan, and her hands go to my hair, pulling at the roots.
It drives me wild.
My lips cover her skin, from her belly button to her hips. I blindly find my way to her thighs, taking my time as I devour every inch of her. “Tell me what you need.”
When my lips meet the lace of her underwear, I ease back an inch and then lick over the material to tease her, only the crotch is split open, and my tongue sinks between her folds. I groan, my chest rattling. As I reach her clit, I slightly pull away, the feelof her arousal stringing from my bottom lip and dripping to my chin before I can catch it with a swipe of my tongue.
She immediately tightens her hold on my hair, keeping me held back as I desperately try to lean in for more. “Lis…”
She stands and twists my head to the side, my body turning on autopilot when she moves. She has me sat on the floor with my head laid back on the bed within seconds, her hands still buried in my hair. I feel her climb on the bed and lick at my lips, waiting.
I let out a shaky breath as I feel her hover over me. “Baby, yes.”
She sinks down, slowly, too slowly. But once I feel her there, I reach for her, smoothing over her ass and hips, wrapping my hands around her thighs to support her squat, and then I run my tongue through her pussy, sucking on her clit once before I dip lower and tease her with the tip until she gives in and sinks herself down properly.
I smile the best I can as she smothers my face and then tighten my hold on her legs, forcing her to give me her weight and to move on me.
She lets out a moan, and it drives me on, sucking and teasing and licking her until she drops one leg to the ground beside me. I reposition my hold on her, working her forward and back with my mouth as she rocks her hips, her hands cradling my head to put me where she needs me. She fucks my face, shamelessly so, and I fucking love every second of it.
My cock throbs, the ache, the need, too much.
I snake my head from side to side, up and down, needing more, needing her to take more.
When she tenses under my hold, her hips jerking against my onslaught, I slow, gently placing sucking kisses over her slick flesh.
I trace her with my tongue, letting her come down and draw out every bit of her orgasm.
When she’s done, her legs trembling under my hands, I wonder if she’ll relent. If, maybe, she’ll take my blindfold off and tell me she forgives me and that I can fuck her the way I’ve needed to for weeks.
“Stand up,” she pants, her voice shaking as she uses a finger to wipe across my mouth and chin.
She climbs off me completely, and I slowly get up, slightly disoriented. But then I feel her there, just in front of my chest, and my gut instantly uncoils.
“I want to know if you enjoyed that as much as you made out.”
With my chest working, I let out a snigger. “I can promise you I did.”
“Promises are worthless to me today.”
I nod, knowing she’s as worked up as I am. I reach into my briefs and fist my cock. “You need proof that you have me by the balls right now?”
Her hand joins mine, cupping me.
I moan, grinding my hips into her.
I need her.
I need her now.
“No,” she says, squeezing my balls before covering my hand with hers. “I’ve had you by the balls for weeks.”
She flexes her hand over mine, and I move it away, letting her take over. And the feel of her hand around my cock, knowing it’s her, Lissie, and not some random woman who means nothing to me… “Baby.” I let out a shuddered breath as she works me up and down, pushing my briefs down my legs with her other hand.
I try to keep my shit together, knowing I need to make this last, but it’s been weeks.
And it’s her.