Page 79 of Her Gluttony
My core roars.
“Not so fast,” she says, a smirk on her face, with devilish eyes as she says, “Undress.”
She lets go of me.
“Nah,” I say. “I don’t undress for women who believe me to be unimportant.”
She sucks in her lips to keep the grin from appearing as she nods knowingly.
“Listen,” she says and builds herself up in front of me. “You have to be at work in exactly forty-five minutes. You can either overcome your little ego thing and have me eat your pussy for the next fifteen minutes, or you will ask yourself all day what it would be like if Avery Zayne made you come not once, but twice in those fifteen minutes.”
“Your arrogance really is staggering,” I tell her as I unbutton my blouse. “Just because I want to see you fail.”
With that, the blouse drops to the floor.
She sniggers.
I do nothing else.
“Come on, make me,” I tell her.
“Table,” she orders me.
I walk around her and lean against it.
“Not this way,” she says and spins me around. She stands behind me, biting my neck as she opens the button to my pants with one quick movement of her fingers. I gasp from the sensations of the biting alone.
The soft fabric pants rush to the floor.
“You’ve been such a good girl making me come,” she says with such a dangerously luscious voice into my ear that my entire brain flatlines. “You deserve a little treat. Down,” she adds and pushes my upper body onto the table.
My agent-reflexes set in at the last possible moment, so I don’t crash onto the wooden surface, because my brain hasn’t caught up with what is happening.
She slips off my panties.
I don’t even have the time to overthink what she can see right now, because she steps between my legs and spreads mine.
“Wider,” she orders me.
And then a slap of her hand lands on my pussy.
I squeak, roll my hips, and gasp as heat spreads through my core.
“I love a good girl who likes to get her pussy spanked,” she says. “So tell me, are you a good girl who likes her pussy spanked?”
My face turns red before I say silently, “I am.”
I am not a very vocal person while having sex; she apparently is, and I have to say, I am not entirely averse.
“Good. Then count and be grateful; you will call me ‘Sir’.”
I suck in my lips with my eyes widening.
This is wild.
Slap.
A moan escapes me because she slaps my pussy in such a way that it shoots instant arousal through my entire body.
