Page 100 of To Have and to Stalk
“Start talking, Shay.” Calder growled against my pussy lips, the warning vibrating my flesh. But he didn’t go back to kissing me, waiting for my words.
“Um…I was hoping you’d come in through my window.”
He growled another low, rumbling sound deep into my core. But still didn’t resume eating me out. Instead, he planted a kiss on my inner thigh.
“I—I wanted you to fuck me.”
“Fuck you? I think your cunt can think up something more specific.”
His kiss turned into a bite, and Calder plunged his finger inside me at the same time as his teeth closed around my flesh.
I groaned and arched up into it. The pleasure and pain swirling into one delicious sensation.
“I wanted you feral,” I gasped, arching into his teeth. “I wanted you to lose control.”
He laughed, dark, and I felt the heat of it on my inner thigh. “You were close.”
I lifted my head, trying to find him. “Really?”
“Keep talking,” he rasped, biting the inside of my thigh. “Tell me what happens next.”
“You fuck me because you’re mad. Because I’ve been taunting you. You punish me. You deny my orgasm?—”
I broke off on a gasp as his lips finally found my cunt, just as he slid another finger inside me.
“You fuck me and stop when I’m about to come.” I gasped. “You come all over my body and leave me sticky, then lock me in a room.”
His grip tightened on my thighs, and he groaned into my pussy. The sound made a thousand electrified butterflies take flight inside my stomach.
“You keep me hostage so you can use me,” I said as the tip of his tongue did a cruel slide up my slit.
Anxiety melted away as I got lost in the fantasy.
The words came faster.
I couldn’t believe it, but I wasenjoyingit.
“I’m your fuck toy. You keep me locked up and naked and only take me out when you need me.”
His tongue slipped inside me, then out. Over too quickly.
I saw my hands snake into his hair, dragging him back against my cunt, as if I were watching a movie. That couldn’t bemedoing that. It couldn’t be me riding his face.
“You keep my legs locked and thighs spread for easier access.”
I was more than enjoying it.
He was all fingers and tongue and lips and biting. Eating me out while making me ride his fingers and face, my whole body resting in his hand.
“You bring in people to watch. They can’t touch me. Only you can.”
The soft scrape of his five-o’clock shadow against my inner thigh. His tongue thick and hot inside me. But even more than his lips and tongue was the feeling of being vulnerable.
Of giving myself to him.
I washeadywith it.
“You make me come in front of them, even if I don’t want to. You force it out of me.”
