Page 31 of Puppy Love

“Please,” I mumble, tilting my head back to look at the ceiling. I can’t bear to look at her while she wins.

Violet’s tongue clicks repeatedly. “Please what?”

I let out another scoff, but I know she isn’t going to budge until I give in.

“Please, Violet.” My eyes shut, and I can’t believe I am giving her the satisfaction. “Please fuck me.”

Violet’s lips graze against my inner thigh, and the cold metal of her piercing drags closer and closer toward my heat.

“Good girl.”

She tugs me downward, all my weight collapsing onto her face as her hot tongue enters me, rolling against the walls.

“Fuck Violet, I’m going to crush you!” I squeal, but I can’t stop rocking myself further into her face. Violet just tightens her grip, pulling me down even harder.

Holy shit.

My stomach tightens, my hips rolling rhythmically as Violet’s tongue dances around the inside of me. She pulls it out and drags it against my slick center, circling my clit with more pressure this time. My knuckles turn white, tightening around fistfuls of her hair.

“F-fuck Violet. I’m-I’m gonna—”

I try to get the words out, but my voice is shaky and tight. I would think she hadn’t heard me, if her fingers weren’t curling into my skin as she rolls her head from side-to-side. Her tongue traces parts of me I swear have never been touched before, and I wonder how I’m supposed to ever want anything that isn’t this. My stomach tightens, my thighs trembling on either side of her as I buck my hips, the pressure building, trying to fight its way out.

“God, shit!” My brows press together, my head rolling back and my eyes along with it, as my thighs squeeze together, tight around Violet’s face. “Fuck, Violet!”

My teeth sink into my lower lip so hard I know it will bruise, as I completely unravel on top of her, a string of curses I’m not sure are real words crawling from the back of my throat. I let out one last shaky moan and thrust forward, feeling her tongue graze my pussy before I completely collapse back against the shelves and then sink to the floor.

My chest heaves heavily, the room around me blurry, and for a moment, I think I might need my medication. But then, a rough hand brushes the hair out of my face, her thumb gently sliding across my bottom lip. My heartbeat slowly steadies, my chest rising and falling softer and softer.*

“Are you okay?” she asks gently, and my eyes slowly start to focus on the woman in front of me. A final, shuddering breath escapes my mouth, followed by a shaky, quiet chuckle. I nod, but Violet’s eyes lock onto mine with concern. “Cam, are you sure?”

There’s a shallow valley between Violet’s brows as she presses them together, and I can’t believe she would think I wouldn’t be okay after… whatever the fuck that was. I am very much okay. I am more than okay. I am...

Exposed. And wet. Very wet. I scramble around the dark room, searching frantically for my pants.

“Looking for these?”

My head whips around to face Violet once more. She’s standing confidently, one hand propped on her hip, while the other dangles my black scrub pants, a pair of completely soaked, bright pink boy shorts hanging out.

Oh my god.

“Yes, actually,” I grumble, reaching out to grab them. Violet pulls them back quickly.

“Ah-ah, not so fast,” she tuts. “Tell me you’re okay.”

I scowl. Not because I’m not okay, but because I just spent the last ten minutes following her every command, and I think I’ve just about had enough of it. Violet keeps staring at me, a small smirk on her face. I want to wipe it off right here right now.

But she’s not the one with her vagina out, so…

“I’m fine,” I say, snatching the pants out of her hand. My underwear slips out, landing onto the floor. I pretend I don’t care, even if my cheeks are probably the same color as they are right now.

“Sheesh.” Violet brushes her bangs out of her eyes. “Was it really that bad?”

“No,” I say promptly. “It was many things, but bad was not one of them.” Violet gives me a cocky grin, leaning against the wire rack she had me pressed against only minutes prior.

“So, same time next week then?”

I shoot her a glare, which loses its meaning when I break into a smile I hadn’t meant to show. I slide on my underwear, rolling my eyes.

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