Page 136 of The Irresistible One
No one could convince me otherwise.
When I freed my mouth, I squeezed her wrist. “You needto lose control of these.” My hand moved to her back. “Come with me.” I helped her off the stool, my arm then going around her, and once she was next to me, I guided her down a hallway, choosing one of the vacant rooms.
I locked us in, the green light by the door switching to red. When I turned around, she was kneeling on the table in the center of the room, legs spread, with her arms behind her back.
“My fucking wife.” I grabbed my dick, squeezing the tip. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” The light wasn’t any brighter in here. It was just the way it was hitting her that the gold appeared sheen, showing she had nothing on beneath. “Your nipples are so fucking hard.”
“Come bite them.”
A woman who knew what she wanted—there was nothing hotter.
As I made my way over to her, I unhooked my belt, tugging it through the loops of my suit pants, so when I reached her, I could wrap the leather around her wrists. It took three rotations before I was putting the buckle pin through the hole, making sure the wraps fit snugly and she was fully secure.
While I stared at the body of my dreams, I took off my suit, leaving on my boxer briefs, and I stood at the edge of the table. “Come closer.”
She inched her knees across the leather. With the height this put her at, her pussy wasn’t far from my face, so I didn’t have to bend very much to move my head under the opening of her dress. Once I was there, I took a long, deep inhale of her.
“Closer, Sophie.” I took another breath. “Feed me your cunt.”
My tongue, like a fucking catcher’s mitt, curved around the bottom of her pussy, giving it a suck before I swiped up to her clit.
“Ah!” she screamed.
Fuck, that taste. That scent. That feel, the silkiness of her wetness and the softness of her skin.
Her legs shook as I licked. Her stomach quivered as I pinched her nipple. Within a few swipes, her moaning was so loud that it was vibrating in my ears. With the way her volume was increasing, I knew it wouldn’t take much more until she was shuddering, which made me lift my face out from under her dress.
“Asshole.” She smiled. “That’s twice you’ve edged me.”
“Keep it up, and there will be a lot more.”
She bit her lip, but her eyes continued to grin.
Without any warning, I lifted her off the table and carried her to the tantra chair, placing her spread legs around the curve at the bottom, her chest facing the rise. A position that put her ass on full display as long as I was standing behind her.
And I was.
An ass that was so fucking perfect.
While my mind wandered to all the different avenues I could take and the fantasies I could fulfill this evening, I pumped my cock over my boxer briefs. “The anticipation is killing you, isn’t it?”
As she moaned in response, she shifted forward and back. When she did it a second time, I realized she was rubbing her clit against the chair.
“Sophie, don’t you dare come.”
She stilled.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I groaned. “I just ate your pussy last night. You can’t be that desperate for an orgasm.”
She attempted to look at me over her shoulder. “You know what you do to me. You shouldn’t be surprised.”
I wasn’t.
When it came to her, I had the same need too.
I went over to the closet—a small space in the corner with afew shelves that housed the more personal items one would need in these rooms. I grabbed a few supplies and returned to the chair, letting my boxers fall to the floor.
“I just need a fucking taste.” I knelt on the chair behind her and arched my back so my tip was aimed at her pussy. “Yesss,” I hissed as I thrust all the way in, knowing my position headed me straight toward her G-spot.
