Page 209 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
“Punishment. You’ve earned it for teasing me the whole way here,” he rumbles, his hand gripping his throbbing length, brandishing it like the weapon it is.
I eye it eagerly, wanting to taste him, wanting him to take what he wants and pound me to dust.
More than anything, I want his control.
I want his conquest.
“What will you do about it?” I whisper.
“I’m going to make you watch.” He leans down over me and sucks my nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling. “And I’m going to make you beg.”
That won’t take much. But I’ll give him the soft illusion of having to work for it.
“Won’t be fucking hard, Clee,” he says with a knowing glint in his eye.
Then he returns to my breast, sucking and pulling, making me insane.
A minute in and I’m a moaning, shifting mess.
My legs fall open, wider.
But his fingers work slowly, gradually, dragging me to madness.
Never enough to get me there, but enough to bring me closer,closer.
He explores the rest of my body with his tongue, stopping to bite and suck my skin, making good on his promise to mark his claim.
Every rough spot leaves a delicious heat.
And he leaves no inch of me untouched.
He fists my hair again, winding it tight around his fingers, offering his cock to my hand, which I gladly take.
“Oh fuck,” I say hoarsely.
“Look what you do to me. Total insanity.”
I shudder as I arch my back, trying to find some friction between us.
He steps closer, pressing his thigh against my pussy. I moan, rubbing myself against him helplessly.
“That’s right, woman,” he says. “How bad do you want this?”
His brown eyes glow gold like a harvest moon.
He presses the swollen, raging head of his cock against my folds, reclaiming what’s always been his.
I crane my head back, ready to sell my soul to have him inside me again, filling me.
I’m so wet, I can feel it against my thighs, this slick heat like ripe fruit.
“Clee, how bad? Fucking show me.” He removes his cock and bends down, nipping my inner thigh before licking me.
One long, slow, luxurious stroke.
Halfway to heaven, but not enough to keep me there.
His beard rubs my pussy, the friction adding tension in my lower belly.
