Page 21 of Master Debater

The comment sent me into painfully hard territory, magnifying her point. “Finish what you started then. Remove the pants, but make a move to do more, and that’s the last time I’ll put my mouth between your thighs.” A total bluff.

Still, her eyes widened, her inner turmoil evident as she tugged my pants around my knees. I kicked them the rest of the way off, until the only thing between us was my boxer briefs and her thong.

I looped my fingers through the tiny strings that spanned her hipbone and then slid them down her legs. A low noise rumbled through my throat as I looked my fill. She was absolutely soaked, pink lips glistening with her desire.

I was the lucky bastard at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Thank God Willa had insisted on stripping me of my slacks, because even my underwear felt too constraining right now. I dropped to my knees at the foot of her bed and pulled her ready and waiting pussy to me, leaving her ass teetering on the edge of the mattress.

“I think I’m gonna fall,” she said, propping herself on her forearms.

“I won’t let you, I promise.” Bracing my hands against her inner thighs, I once again spread her wide for me, and me alone, to see. “But stay up on your elbows like that. This is going to be a hell of a show, and I want you to watch as I eat you out.”

Chapter 12

Willa

Never in my entire life had anyone bestowed on me the sort of pleasure Nate was invoking with his tongue.

Blissful frissons coursed up my legs, gathering in my core as though they were stockpiling for the long hard winter. Long and hard was something Nathan Fox was obviously acquainted with, and after getting my eyes on the outline of his cock, I couldn’t wait to acquaint myself either.

As he continued his long, languid licks, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. The exorbitant sensations left me so ravenous and needy I could hardly endure it, and yet I never wanted him to stop.

But that was exactly what happened, the divine pressure of his tongue suddenly gone. Nate lifted one of my legs a foot or so in the air and smacked my ass, hard enough the slap echoed through the room.

I whipped up my head and shot him a stunned, what-was-that-for expression, even though my body also screamed for him to do it again.

“I told you to watch,” he said.

“I was, but it feels so fucking good that I?—”

“No excuses.” He pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked. My back arched off the bed as liquid gushed down my thighs. I tried to rub them together, hungry for the friction that’d come to a halt mere seconds before I was sure that I was going to finally—at long last—come. But Nate anchored his hands high on my legs, purposely holding them apart like the bossy scoundrel he was.

At least he didn’t let me fall, as promised, but I was tempted to test how well his hold kept up when I began lobbing things at his arrogant, unfairly handsome head. “Okay, I’m watching. Please don’t leave me on the brink for too long, or I might not be able to finish.”

“Oh, you’ll finish.” Not an ounce of doubt belied the confident statement. “But I say when and how. And it’s not happening unless I get to witness every rapturous second, from the curling of your toes to the expression you make, as you shatter apart because of me.”

I sat up and raked my fingers through his hair, loosening the hold the gel had on the barely-there waves. It was thicker and courser than it looked, and I wanted it against my skin again, same as the rasp of his whiskers and that lower lip that must’ve been carved by the Goddess of Love herself. “Just you wait. Turnabout’s fair play.”

He lunged forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, his thumb digging into my cheek. “If you’ve got enough audacity to sass me, I must not’ve made myself clear about who’s in charge here. Now, you’re going to have to beg.”

His mouth descended on mine in a kiss that was more about annihilation than gratification.

And I fucking ate it up, like a starved woman with no impulse control.

It’d been ages since sex hadn’t been a boring rerun, and this was doing it for me in a big way. I yielded, melting against him so my breasts grazed the smattering of dark, coarse hair on his chest. I slid down his body, sinking heavily onto his lap, and his waiting, impressive erection. Keeping in mind the words he’d just said, I asked permission instead of giving in to the impulse to drag myself over him and appease the throbbing within. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fox. Will you please allow me to grind up against your enormous cock?”

The harsh whoosh of air from his lips spoke to the fact that I’d surprised him as aptly as he’d done to me. I didn’t rub that in, though. Not when it might prevent me from rubbing other things.

He reached around, seized hold of both ass cheeks in a bruising, adrenaline-charged grip, and drew me tight against him. “Go ahead.”

Blinking away the stars dancing their way across my vision, I fully threw myself into the roll of my hips. I moaned at the slip and slide of his hardness against my softness. Mesmerized by the length and the feel, I braced my hands on his shoulders and ground against his velvety arousal again. He groaned, and I moaned louder than before.

Make that the second promise he’d kept. The neighbors undoubtedly knew exactly what we were up to, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. Let them all be privy to any and every orgasm I had from this time forward, as long as it happened.

In the next instant, I was on my back, the fibers of the rug that covered most of my bedroom floor digging into my skin.

“Nice try,” Nate said, and my mind whirred to figure out what I’d tried. Before I could manage to ask, he kissed and licked his way down my body, and then his mouth was between my legs again.

I propped myself up on my elbows, gaze homing on to his to show him what an astute pupil I was.

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