Page 30 of Puppy Love

Violet freezes, then pulls back slowly, the cold air hitting my ear as it slides out of her mouth. Her eyes lock onto mine, and she tilts her head slightly, raising a curious brow.

“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who’s shaking,” she says, a confident smirk stretching across her face. My eyes widen, my gaze dropping down to my arms.

Violet’s right. I am shaking. Why am I shaking?

I cross my arms tightly to alleviate the twitching muscles, my back still pressed against the wire shelving.

“It’s cold,” I lie with forced confidence, as if my knees aren’t currently buckling. Violet leans back into my ear, her lips grazing so faintly I almost wonder if I felt it at all.

“Don’t worry,” she whispers. “You’ll be sweating before you know it.”

I don’t even have time to react before she drops to her knees, her fingers hooking into my waistband and pulling my pants down along with her. She slides them off, over my rainboots. The cool air hits my body, sending a shiver down my spine. Now, I really am cold. Violet’s gaze flicks up to me, her tongue tracing the inside of my thigh.

Goosebumps spread across my skin, my toes curling inside my shoes.

“Still cold?” she teases.

I frown. “Yes, actually. I—Fuck.”

Violet presses two rough fingers against my heat and parts them slowly to spread me open. I try to finish my sentence, but her warm mouth presses into me, her tongue dragging up from my dripping entrance to my clit.

My back arches at the sudden contact, my knuckles scraping against the wire shelves behind me as I reach for something, anything to hold onto. Violet’s fingers curl around the back of my left thigh, lifting it over her shoulder to get a better angle. My hips buck as her tongue traces circles just around my clit, but not actually on it.

“God,“ I mutter, gripping the shelving tighter.

I look down. Violet’s eyes are closed now as her head moves methodically from side-to-side, her tongue gently brushing against my clit with each movement. My clit pulses, a steady thrum between my thighs quickening as my body tenses and one hand moves from the shelves to the top of her head. Coarse, ridged fingertips drag slowly up the inside of my thigh, then graze against the delicate skin on my pussy before sinking back down. I don’t mean to, but I let out a desperate whimper, aching for more.

Violet doesn’t hesitate to give it to me.

Her hands grip my hips, pulling me down into her as her tongue presses against my entrance, my clit rubbing against the little ball of plastic in her mouth. I groan, my fingers curling around strands of her hair.

“God, you taste good,” she mumbles, the vibrations of her voice echoing off my delicate skin. “You want me to fuck you, Princess? You want my tongue inside of that tight little pussy of yours?”

Holy fuck. Violet’s words, just her voice even, is like quicksand, pulling me in, suffocating me in all the best ways possible. I nod quickly, desperately, my fingers gripping her hair tighter. The heel of my boot digs into her back, and I roll my hips forward, feeling the warm wet pressure of her tongue sliding between me.

“Use your words,” she says, pulling back.

I let out an exasperated, pleading breath, but I comply.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

My gaze lowers down to her, and those dangerous hazel eyes lock onto mine, challenging me. Pushing me.

“What?” I ask, my chest heaving as the cold air washes over my exposed pussy, wet and slick against the inside of my trembling thighs.

“Say please,” she orders.

I let out a breathy, unintentional scoff.

“What?” I mean to ask it with some force, but it comes out as more of a desperate moan. Violet’s head cocks, the corner of her mouth revealing a taunting smile.

“It might be foreign to you, but it’s pretty custom here.”

God, this woman. It’s no fucking wonder she ended up as the boss of this place. She has a way of getting you to do things and making it feel like you wanted to all along.

My clit begins to ache, pleading for the contact Violet has broken. It pulses steadily, the pressure inside of me building like a dammed river. I swallow, letting out a loud huff and making sure she hears it.

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