Page 29 of Succumbed

“Before I see how ready you are for me, let’s talk safe words.”

Her eyes widen. “What exactly are you planning to do to me?”

“So many things, Lex.” My chuckle is dark as I stroke my fingers along her bare legs. “I have this feeling you’re dying for someone to take control. I promise it’ll feel good, when you give in.”

I bend and place a wet kiss on her inner ankle. She moans, relaxing back into the mattress once more.

“Let’s start easy, okay? We’ll use colors.” Her eyes find mine as she listens, rapt. Such a good girl. “Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down, but don’t stop. And red…”

“Stop,” she says, her breathing almost ragged.

“That’s right. If you say ‘red’ at any point, I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Now, let’s see how wet you are, hm?”

I run my hands from her ankles up to her knees, pushing them apart gently. She resists for a moment, but relents at my pointed look and lets her legs fall open. My cock woke up the second she opened the door, but that was nothing compared to how it reacts to the sight of her pussy spread before me, pink lips glistening with her arousal.

“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous cunt,” I murmur. “I bet you taste even better than you look, don’t you?”

She whimpers and writhes, her fingers tangling in the hem of her shirt. I tsk gently, reaching up to help her. She raises her arms and slips out of the tee to lie back on the bed, naked and waiting. I take her hands in mine and guide them to her knees.

“I want you to stay still so I can enjoy my dessert, beautiful. Can you do that for me?”

Her eyes flutter as she nods, fingers digging into her knees.

“Perfectly still, that’s it. But don’t be quiet. I want to hear you.”

She gasps as I descend on her pussy, roughly sucking her clit into my mouth. Fucking delicious. I groan at the taste of her, gripping her hips as I devour her. She whimpers and moans, but keeps herself in place. I hum in approval, my lips vibrating against her clit.

Her legs tremble as she struggles to stay still, but I don’t relent. I want to see how much she can take, how long she’ll fight her body’s need to writhe as her pleasure ramps higher and higher. How good can you be for me?

Chapter 9

Lex

Iam nothing more than sensation. Linc’s face is between my legs, his lips and tongue and teeth at work on my core, teasing at my heated flesh. I’ve never had someone eat me out with such enthusiasm, never felt so close to falling over the edge from a mouth alone. How is he so fucking good at this?

Linc gently scrapes his teeth against my clit, then soothes it with a series of short sucks, and I cry out with the effort it takes not to bow against the bed. The frustration of having to hold still increases the delicious thrum of tension in my body–that sweet push and pull between what he’s making me feel and my own physical struggle tugging me to the edge, only to throw me back when I get close.

“I need to move,” I beg, my hands shaking against my knees as I battle the urge to tangle my fingers in his hair.

“Not yet,” he growls against me, my muscles tensing further.

He licks from the bottom of my pussy to the top, then swirls his tongue around my clit. I moan, sweat beading my forehead, and dig my nails into my skin. The bite of pain has my eyes rolling back in my head, pleasure a tight coil in my belly. Heat flashes through me as he sucks my clit back into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks, nibbles and sucks, until I’m nearly sobbing.

“Please. Please, Linc, let me come, please. Let me move.” I’m babbling, but I can’t help it. I’ve never felt anything so intense, never let go enough to let someone else control my pleasure.

All I get in answer is a shake of his head. He reaches out and squeezes my hand against my knee in silent order to stay put, and I sob in frustration. As I open my mouth to beg again, he burrows his tongue inside me. My voice turns into a high whine as I clench around him, desperate to be filled with more.

As though he can read my mind, he brings his fingers up to stroke my entrance, his touch light, teasing. A half sob breaks free and I squeeze my eyes closed, the muscles in my stomach fluttering with pleasure and tension.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he croons, voice husky and low. “But you’re not going to come until I say so, are you?”

A thin, desperate sound escapes my throat. I’ve never made some of these noises before, never felt mindless with need. But that’s what I am–a mindless collection of nerves strung tighter than a bowstring. One pluck, one touch of his talented fingers or tongue, reverberates through me with immeasurable force.

“Please,” I whisper as his fingers keep stroking. “Linc, please…”

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