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“Yes?” she sighs.
I try not to smile from the surge of power rushing through me. This is the part I love.
“Ask for it.”
Chapter 8
OLIVIA
Holy shit. When he demands I ask for it, a jolt of desire shoots through me, making it impossible to think. When I don’t respond after a few moments, Dalton’s voice has a playful warning tone.
“Kitten...I desperately want to taste you, but you have to ask for it first.”
Oh, god, how does he expect me to talk? I’ve been fantasizing about fucking Dalton, but the reality is so much better. How can he know exactly how to push all my buttons?
Dalton places soft kisses on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my pussy, and whispers. “So sweet.”
A tremor runs through me, and my inner muscles spasm. “Please...”
He pauses, his mouth hovering over my pussy again. “Use your words.”
Damn him. This is pure torture.
“I need you. Please lick my pussy?” My voice is so weak and raspy, and I’m not sure if I said the words out loud or not.
“Good girl.” Dalton hums his praise and gives a long, leisurely lick along the seam of my pussy. My eyes roll back in my head from the exquisite sensation.
My entire body pulses, and a throbbing ache from my pussy makes me squirm, silently begging to be touched. Ohhhh god, I can feel wetness leak out of me, and he uses the tip of his tongue to catch it before pressing his tongue deep inside me.
I moan in bliss as he starts teasing my clit with his tongue. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing all these years. No wonder my friends always told me it was great.
Everything he’s doing feels sublime, and I buck against his tongue and mouth as the pleasure builds. When he slides two fingers into my channel and curls his fingers to massage the magical spot while sucking on my clit, I almost come unglued. He’s determined to draw the experience out, and when I can’t take the intensity anymore, he stops, giving me a few moments to recover, and then continues his torment.
Finally, he adds a third finger and begins pumping them harder and faster and sucking on my clit more urgently. A burst of electricity rips through me as I lose myself in a powerful climax. My back arches off the bed as I cry out, and a rush of wetness floods from me.
Dalton groans against my pussy, lapping and sucking, as if he’s a starving man. When my breathing calms, he raises his head. “Such a good girl.”
My thoughts are a tangled mess. Fuck, what has he done to me? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, but my body craves more.
Dalton climbs out from between my legs and stands up to remove his clothes. Watching him strip is erotic. When he takes his shirt off, he reveals a muscular chest with a light sprinkle of hair. His stomach is just soft enough that it makes my fingers twitch with the desire to explore every inch of him.
He pulls a condom out of his pants pocket and tosses it on the bed next to me, and seeing the square sends a zing through me. His pants and boxers come off quickly. He’s got narrow hips and muscular thighs, but it’s his cock that fascinates me. His length is a little longer than average, but it’s the thickness that’s impressive. Would that thing even fit in my mouth? I lick my lips and imagine being on my knees for him. I hope I get the chance to try it soon.
When he joins me on the bed again, he leans on one arm and gently caresses me from my knee to my neck. His fingertips make gentle circles, and I squirm in delight. When he reaches my breasts on his way backdown my body, he focuses on my nipple. He rolls it between his fingers before taking the nipple into his mouth.
I moan when he sucks hard. “I need you inside me.”
He continues to lick the sensitive bud a few seconds more before chuckling. “I’m not sure you want it enough yet.”
What? Of course I do. “Please?”
He affixes his mouth around my nipple again, and I groan and try to pull him on top of me.
He stops sucking, and I almost sigh in relief when he settles between my legs and rolls the condom on before positioning the tip of his cock against my wet slit. He leans over me, kissing me deeply, and the taste myself on his tongue is wild and exciting.
When his cock presses against my opening, he slides in easily and I moan as I stretch and mold around him. His thickness makes me gasp from pleasure, and when he thrusts in a slow and steady pace, I wrap my arms around his neck and arch against him with every plunge.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice tight with control.
