Page 21 of Sacrifice Bunt

Another thing that had not been on her BINGO card.

Now she was humping his leg, trying to get him to fuck her, but he was taking his damn time.

“I need you.” No truer words had ever been spoken.

Fuck. This wasn’t good. She didn’t need anyone. This was supposed to be one time. She had to remember that.

“I know exactly what you need,” he murmured against her skin, making her tingle all over at his demanding tone.

She didn’t like demanding. She was the demanding one.

Wasn’t she?

His lips, tongue, and teeth took her on a journey to a place she’d never been to. Her tits felt used and abused by the time he moved down her stomach, using his wicked skills there as his fingers feathered down her side. The man had a mouth on him, and that sort of shocked her. She’d expected him to fuck her and fuck her hard, not to leave her on edge with his delicious form of torture.

He moved lower on the bed, spreading her thighs apart. Her leg jerked at his touch against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and her pussy pulsed at the thought of what he was hopefully going to do.

“You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?” His teeth skimmed along her hip bone. “My tongue fucking you while you beg me to give you more.”

Her mouth was dry as she panted, his dirty words making it hard for her to talk. “Y—yes. Please.”

Had she ever begged during sex? Probably, but it had never felt like actual begging. It was more like begging just because she wanted the orgasm. This was begging specifically for Noah.

She needed his mouth on her.

His. Mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He ran a finger slowly down her center.

She moaned, swiveling her hips to try and get more pressure. He was having none of it.

He pressed his other palm flat against her stomach, lifting his gaze to hers. “You like that.” He did it again, her pussy clenching, wishing he would put the damn finger inside her.

“Noah.” Her voice sounded foreign to her ears. “I need more.”

He gave her a devastating smile, one she’d seen him use on the media many times, and then a cocky wink. “So do I.”

“Take it. Take what you want.” She was begging again, but she didn’t fucking care.

He dipped his head between her legs, and before she knew it, his mouth was on her pussy. Not tentative, not gentle. He devoured her like a starved man. She cried out, her body bowing off the bed, already on the verge of orgasm.

She had an easy trigger when it came to orgasms, but this was fast even for her.

Because, of course, it was.

Noah was not going to make it easy to keep this at one night.

She reached down, gripping his hair in both her hands. His palm was still on her stomach, holding her down, and the feeling was overwhelming. His tongue was lapping up and down her pussy, his teeth grazing over her clit every few seconds. Every part of what was happening, the hand on her stomach, his previous words, and his magic tongue had her so close, that the next pass of his tongue over her clit had her coming.

Loudly.

“Oh shit, oh damn, oh fuck.” Words tumbled out of her mouth as her body rode out the pleasure Noah had given her.

Was still giving her from the feel of his mouth against her pussy.

He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, just ate her through her orgasm until she was building toward another one.

It was smaller, cresting quickly and leaving her wanting more.

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