Page 58 of Vicious Secrets
“Lie on your stomach.”
She does as she’s told, tucking a pillow under her chin and holding her knees as far apart as the dress will allow. But she’s not exactly where I want her. With a quick tug of her ankles, her knees are on the edge of the mattress. Robyn lets out a startled laugh and retrieves the pillow, shoving it back in place.
Kneeling on the floor, I sit back on my heels and remove my gun holsters. Sticking two fingers under the hem of her dress, I test the side seam to see if I can tear the material cleanly with my hands. Already finding myself impatient, I use a knife to slice the seams and my fingers to protect her thighs from the blade.
Pulling the fabric apart in one sharp yank, I expose her from the backs of her knees to her lower back. A groan parts my lips as my eyes center in on the damp patch on her pale pink thong. To save time and my sanity, I cut the waistband and set the wet cotton aside for later.
A shudder runs over her body, and she bends her knees wide and splays her legs open. I run two fingers between her labia and spread her open for me. Robyn whimpers. Arousal drips from her hole. Looping my arms under her hips, I use her as an anchor and pull us together. I clean the arousal clinging to her skin with my tongue and tease the hood of her clit with the tip. We moan in unison as I clutch her tighter against my face and coax more wetness out of her with my mouth.
Her tangy arousal makes my cock throb. Every taste I earn fills me with the type of euphoria ecstasy dealers sell users on. The world pauses when my face is between her legs, and nothing can pull me away except for Robyn’s own pleas to cum. Even then, she occasionally has to push my head away after she’s cum to make me stop.
Robyn writhes against my face, and her thighs quiver against my arms. She’s as desperate for my mouth on my clit as I am to take my time savoring her pussy. It’s a never-ending battle between us.
I move my hands to her ass, placing my little fingers near her puckered hole and part her cheeks. My reward is a pleading whimper. It’s not what I’m expecting, but it sounds like her subconscious is calling her denial of kinks a lie.
I lick a slow, flat stripe from her clit to her ass. Tracing the ring of muscle with the tip of my tongue, I watch her for a signal I’m crossing a line. Robyn’s head droops and her back moves with shallow breaths. Switching to sloppily kissing her hole, making her toes curl, arousal coats my chin in a way I’m used to having to work much longer for.
I growl and drag my face away, nipping at the crease of her cheek. Fuck, this is not where I thought we were headed tonight. I don’t know if I can give her this right now. Asking if she’sexperiencedis the last thing I want to talk or think about right now. And then there’s the whole touch aversion thing of mine…
“You’re a lot…” She swallows hard. “You’re too big. Not tonight.”
I grin and tuck away my questions for later.
Moving my mouth back to her pussy, I pause when I see just how wet she’s gotten. There’s arousal dripping off her curls and swollen clit, and her labia shimmer in the light.
“Your pussy gets jealous easily, doesn’t it?”
Robyn hums a yes.
I pull my arms free and flip her onto her back without warning. Before her gasp of shock greets my ears, I suck her clit into my mouth. Robyn’s legs open wider, resting in the crooks of my elbows as I hold her still with my hands on her waist. She moans, and her back arches, pressing her pussy flush against my face.
Throwing her leg over my shoulder to free up a hand, I press two fingers into her pussy and curl my fingers upward. Robyn slaps her hands over her mouth as she cries out. Working a steady pattern with my tongue against her clit, I fuck her with the rough, angry strokes she always begs me for.
Her wetness runs down my forearm as the quivers in her thighs turn into tremors. She’s close, right on the edge. Her hips bounce in time with my fingers, and I don’t dare open my eyes in case I get distracted by her breasts. If I haven’t fucked them out of the dress already, I’ll fix that problem in a few minutes.
I want her to cum hard on my face. But I also want to pull away from her clit, and watch my fingers drag arousal out of her while I sing her praises. Robyn moans my name, and my eyes roll back. The bounce of her hips turns into a buck. I hold her as steady as I can to try and stop her from accidentally edging herself by escaping my mouth.
A minute later, she screams into her hands. Her pussy flutters around my fingers, increasing the force I hit her g-spot with. The knee over my shoulder squeezes like it’s hanging onto me for dear life. My cock throbbing against my thigh, and pre-cum cooling on my pants breaks me from the spell of her orgasm. I sit back and gently pull my fingers out of her.
I watch Robyn twitch and jerk through the aftershocks of her orgasm as I take my shirt off and use it to clean my face and hand. Tossing aside my undershirt and belt, I move between her legs and climb onto the cabana. She whimpers when I pick her up and slide her toward the center so I can kneel on the mattress.
Robyn’s legs fall open, her knees bending over my thighs as I sit back on my heels to work the fly of my pants open. I prowl forward, lowering onto one forearm over her as I free my cock. Stroking a hand over the top of her head, I watch her reaction to me. Sometimes she comes so hard she nearly blacks out, and it takes a few minutes before she fully returns to her body. I won’t fuck her until I know Robyn’s on board.
Her hands fall away from her mouth as her eyes open. She blinks up at me as I continue to run my hand over her hair.
“How do I know to stop you?”
My brows press together. “If it hurts, or if I’m—”
“So you don’t hurt yourself.”
My heart slams against my sternum and skips a beat. “I’ll stop myself. I promise, Robyn.”
Grabbing a pillow, she shoves it under her hips. A groan parts my lips as she swipes her wet pussy over the tip of my cock in the process. A smile graces her face as she stretches her arms above her head and curls her fingers around the edge of the mattress.
“Ready.”
I guide my cock into her. The strength in my lower body gives out as her pussy flutters around me, milking my cock with its tortuously wet heat. My knees slip as I collapse against her. My hips grind on hers with a mind of their own. They move in slow, tender strokes like my body’s savoring hers. As if she’s a gift from God, and I only have one chance to enjoy her.
