Page 60 of Until I Own You

Seth pushes my knees back into position. Face down, ass up.

“I’m going to taste you. Get you ready for my cock.”

I turn my face to the side, eyes shooting open. I’ve never had that done to me either.

“Be a good girl for me and let it all out,” Seth says in a ragged voice before pressing his face into my groin and enveloping my clit with his lips.

I cry out.

My clit perks with a sensation of pain that is quick to turn into pleasure.

My moans can’t be contained as Seth works my pussy with his mouth. Tongue flicking, mouth humming.

I garble all my words with groans and sighs, masking “oh gods” and “fucks” left and right to avoid breaking his rules.

I am still a beginner after all and want to be the goodest girl I can be for him. My Dom.

I squeal inside each time I remember.

And while pleasure builds between my legs, Seth’s grip on my thighs reminds me of the thin line between pleasure and pain.

His fingers dig into my skin, pinching with abandon.

I don’t mind, though. Not only because I relish the pain, but because it reminds me of how bad he wants me. Of that erection he was sporting, harder than I thought was possible.

The pleasure zips through me like crests of building waves.

I shift forward and back on his face, Seth’s grip never faltering.

“Oh, oh, oh–” I offer because I can’t tell him I’m so close he might push me right over the edge.

However, Seth is well practiced and pulls away right at that moment, accompanied by a staggering growl. “You want to come?”

“Yes, Sir. No, Sir. I… I don’t know.”

He laughs. Big and vibrant, filling the room and shaking the walls. “Shall I edge you?”

That sounds like a delicious torture. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hmmm.” Seths hand forces it’s way between my legs, two fingers pinching my clit. “Next time. Now be a good girl and give me what I want.”

With one twist of the bundle of nerves, he sends a powerful and sharp orgasm through me. The noise that comes out of me is one of jerking surprise and tremendous pleasure.

“If you think I’m ever going to resist the urge to give you an orgasm, think again,” Seth says.

I expect him to remove his hand from between my legs, but he doesn’t. Instead, he circles my clit and then prods it again.

A painful shock cracks my body, and I shoot forward, trying to get away from his fingers.

Seth grabs ahold of my ponytail and pulls it back. “Stay still.”

To further emphasize his point, he smacks my ass a little harder than he did earlier.

That’s something I want more of.

Two fingers work my clit again, sending pangs of euphoria-edged pain through my body, while two more of his fingers plunge into my pussy, working me from the inside.

Soon enough, my clit is no longer screaming for a break but begging for release.

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