Page 3 of Cruel Tyrant

“Before you keep going,” I say, breathless with desire, blinking back spots and wondering how I’m going to look myself in the mirror ever again, because I’m definitely not the same girl I was ten minutes ago. “What’s your name?”

He chuckles as if that’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard. “Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t know?”

“Not even a little.”

“I’m Davide.”

“Great, nice to meet you, Davide. My name’s Stefania.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He bites my shoulder and pushes the strap aside, licking and kissing some more.

“Still think I’m pretty even though I threw a drink on you?”

“Right now, I think you’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of cleaning.” He pulls my hair again and I gasp. “Now, baby, tell me where you’re all wet.”

His eyes roam my skin and kisses down to my chest. My dress is cut low, showing off a hint of cleavage, and he shoves it open to reveal one hard nipple. I moan when he licks and sucks it, tongue rolling in a slow, sensual circle.

“I’m wet down between my legs,” I say quietly, feeling a mixture of mortified and insanely aroused all at once. I may have a loud mouth everywhere else, but I’ve always been sort of quiet in the bedroom, mostly because I’m not confident enough to say what I want and how I’m feeling.

“Be more specific.” He shoves my dress up and moves down between my legs. I gasp, back arching, as he spreads my knees wide and kisses my inner thigh, tonguing and biting gently, moving up closer to my aching, heat-filled core.

“My… my underwear,” I say, biting my lip, staring at this total stranger, this gorgeous man named Davide.

“Your underwear? Then we’ll take them off.” He grabs the top of my panties and yanks them off. I suck in a breath as my bare ass presses against the cold countertop. He slides them off, gently getting them over my heels, and wads them into a tight ball. “There. That’s better. Am I all done?”

“What?” Panic slams into me. Was this guy just fucking with me?

“If you’re still wet, baby, tell me where.” He leans forward, one hand on the counter, the other with the panties. “Or am I really going to have to shove these in your mouth?”

My eyes go wide, because yeah, I actually want him to do that. It’s fucking weird, but what the hell, I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

“I’m still wet between my legs,” I whisper and stare at his luscious, gorgeous mouth, and glance at his incredible forearms.

“You want me to clean you there? All I have is my tongue, baby. Will that work?”

“I think… I think that will work, yeah.”

His hand strokes up my leg toward my pussy and his fingers tease me, moving up and down my slit very slowly. “And what’s wet, exactly?”

Fucking hell, this guy is driving me crazy. I let out a soft moan and a whimper. “My pussy. My pussy’s wet.”

“Fuck, baby, I like hearing you say that.” His fingers slide inside of me, first one, and then the other. They’re big and I’m stretched, but it feels so fucking good. I shiver and shimmy my hips closer. “Say it again.”

“You got my pussy all wet,” I whisper, cheeks burning with embarrassment. I’ve never felt so exposed and wild before in my entire life, and maybe this is only a one-night thing, but for now, I’m going to let myself be as crazy as I want to be. “And now you need to clean it with your tongue.”

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he whispers. “Now open your mouth.”

I do as instructed, because I’m not sure I’m capable of denying him while his fingers are buried inside of me. I open up and push out my tongue, and I love the way he looks at me with pure lust in his eyes.

“There you go, baby,” he says and pushes my panties into my mouth. I taste cotton, pussy, and whiskey—which is a strangely delicious combination. A piece of them hangs down my lips and chin, and I can breathe and easily spit them out if I want, but instead I bite down as his mouth ducks between my legs and his tongue gently scrapes up and down my slit before lingering on my clit.

“You taste incredible,” he says as his fingers push in deep and he sucks on me. My back arches as pleasure blasts into my brain and I don’t know how long I can hold out like this. I’m moaning with my panties in my mouth and my legs wide open. My fingers curl into the countertop, and this guy is extremely good at cleaning me up as his tongue laps and his lips suck and his fingers do their filthy work.

“Fuck, you sound so good, baby,” he says, fucking me with his fingers, going nice and deep and hitting that incredibly juicy spot. “With those panties in your mouth, you filthy fucking girl. I’m glad you spilled that drink on me, because now I get to lick you up and make you come all over my tongue. That’s better than whiskey, baby.”

Holy mother-freaking hell, the mouth on that man. I grind my hips against his lips and I can’t handle any more. I’m way beyond bliss, way beyond pleasure, tipped so far over the edge I’m dropping into the abyss. I’ve gone insane, and if this is what madness feels like, lock me the fuck up because I belong in the nuthouse for the rest of my life.

I come for him, hips grinding, and the big beast sucks and fucks me with those fingers as I’m blasted with pure bliss. He growls and moans like he’s getting off too, and I swear to god, those filthy, obscene noises only make my orgasm that much more intense.

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