Page 55 of Ravished By Her

“Yes,” I said, and then sat on the bed and spread my legs. “Here.” I pointed, and Lacey grinned.

“Direct, I like it,” she said. “But I think that I can take things from here, princess.”

I raised one eyebrow at her. “Can you?”

Lacey made a sound that was almost another growl as she dove for the bed, picking me up and tossing me back so I bounced on the bed.

A squeal came out of my mouth, but then it was swallowed by Lacey kissing me so hard that I saw stars.

“I was trying to take my time with you, but you’re just too impatient,” Lacey said as she looked down at me, pressing her hips into me and making me moan.

“I’m trying to be romantic and you’re desperate for me to fuck you,” she said, and her words made the fire inside me burn even hotter.

“Fucking can be romantic,” I said as she traced a circle around my belly button.

Lacey looked up at me and then leaned down to lick one of my nipples. “Let’s find out.”

My fingers dove into her hair as she licked and sucked at my nipples with her mouth and lavished attention on the other with those callused fingers that I needed inside me immediately.

“Please,” I gasped, and she gazed up at me.

“Please what, Gwen?” she asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Please fuck me, Lacey,” I said, feeling no shame at begging. I was at the end of my rope and if she didn’t do something soon, I was going to take matters into my own hands.

Lacey kissed my nipple and then flicked it with her tongue. “How do you want me to fuck you? Or are you going to let me decide?”

Both of those options made me ache, but the idea of leaving Lacey in charge appealed to me more.

“You decide,” I gasped.

Lacey smiled, as if that was the answer she’d wanted. “At any time, if you want to stop, you tell me. If I do anything that you don’t like, you tell me. Yes?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” she said, dragging her hand down the center of my body, stopping just short of the edge of my bottoms.

I almost screamed in frustration. Why was she doing this to me? She literally promised she’d fuck me and now she was playing games. Could you die from the lack of orgasm? I felt like I was going to find out.

“Laceyyyy,” I said, drawing out her name.

She laughed again, absolutely enjoying this. She still had all her clothes on and had me absolutely wrecked on her bed and she had barely done anything.

“You’re a liar,” I managed to gasp.

“Am I?” she asked, kissing my lower stomach right above the bow on my bottoms.

“You said you were going to fuck me.” Was she hesitating because she had changed her mind?

“Did I?” she said, and I was on the verge of screaming.

“Lacey!”

She just laughed again and then hooked her fingers around the corners of my bottoms and started pulling them down. Finally.

“Beautiful,” she said as I lifted my hips so she could get me fully naked. She paused for one moment as if to admire my body and then she dived forward to kiss me at the same time as she drove one finger inside me.

I would have screamed, but I couldn’t, since she had thrust her tongue into my mouth.

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