Page 82 of Violent Little Thing

I was, however, extremely ticklish, and squirmed underneath of him, giggling my ass off.

“Ticklish?” he teased. “What are we going to do about that?”

I had no idea.

What I did know was that I wanted this. Badly.

I wanted his tongue inside my pussy. I wanted his lips wrapped around my clit. I wanted his fingers squeezing my ass as he lifted me up to his mouth like his last meal.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I would really like to find out what it’s like to come this way.”

His eyes showed comprehension as he hummed in agreement.

“If that’s the case,” he said. “We’ll have to find a way to desensitize you.”

He ran his lips along my pussy lips, his beard raking its way along as well.

The dual sensations forced my body to all but freeze, unsure what to feel.

His mouth and his lips never stopped moving, until at some point, it was no longer tickling me but driving me wild.

Sensing the difference in me, he started to use his tongue, tracing my folds and circling my clit with agonizing slowness.

When I didn’t think I could take it anymore, desperate for something that I didn’t know how to ask for, he shoved his fingers inside of my pussy and latched onto my clit.

My back bowed off of the plush rug underneath me, and I cried out in surprise at the jolt of sensation.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” I whispered. “What…”

He curled his fingers, and I saw stars.

When I came down from the most intense orgasm of my life, Court was crawling over me, now fully naked, and grinning lecherously at me. “Ticklish now?”

I shook my head. “Not in the slightest.”

He pressed his cock against my pussy and I arched instinctively.

He held my hips up and slowly fed his cock into me, taking his time filling me.

Sensitive tissues were straining to accommodate him, and I was still sore from the last time that we’d had an all-nighter.

But he still somehow figured out a way to make it feel good, going slow until I was moving with him, then he picked up speed.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered as he picked up the pace. “More. Faster.”

He gave me more and faster. He also picked my butt up higher off the floor, his hands on my hips, as he all but fucked my body onto his.

He was grunting with each thrust, and this thrill shot through me at each sound that slipped from his lips.

I’d never heard a man be vocal before during sex.

Carter, my last boyfriend, had been eerily quiet, and I’d never known where I stood with him. Hell, sometimes I didn’t even know that he’d come until he just stopped.

But Court?

I heard his pleasure. And he spoke.

A lot.