Page 72 of Night Shift

Without stopping or slowing down, he returned his mouth to me and expertly worked over my tight bundle of nerves while his fingers filled and stretched me. I could feel every ridge and pad of them massaging the inside of me while his palm exerted a delicious pressure from the outside. He lapped up my wetness, drawing moan after breathy moan from deep within me. He swept his tongue around my clitoris like an artist with a brush, painting strokes of pleasure that drew shivers down my spine before he sucked it into his mouth, sending shocks of pure ecstasy coursing through my veins.

The sharp nip of teeth against sensitive flesh sent a jolt through me, causing me to buck into his touch. His laugh vibrated against me, adding another layer to the multitude of sensations.

“Mmm, tastes so good.” He hummed against my skin before continuing his assault.

Then he did something unexpected. He picked up the wooden spoon and dipped it into the jar of coconut oil. His smirk returned when he caught my curious stare.

“Relax,” he commanded, spreading my lips wide with his other hand.

My breath hitched as he pressed the cold metal of the spoon against my ultra-sensitive nub. My body arched desperately into him, craving more contact. Then, I watched, mesmerized, as he turned the spoon around and slowly pushed the handle inside me, swirling it across my sweet spot and bringing me to the edge of orgasm.

His mouth returned to my clitoris—and he continued sucking, licking, and nipping until I was writhing under his touch. He knew exactly how to play my body.

“Oh God…Atticus,” I whimpered, feeling my climax on the edge.

His lips curled into a devious smirk against my skin. But just as I teetered on the brink of coming, he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate for release.

“What?” I huffed, my legs trembling from the unfulfilled desire coursing through me. “Why did you stop?”

A wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against my ear. “Because we’re just getting started, Sammich,” he whispered, his breath hot on my skin. “We’re going to explore depths of pleasure you’ve never imagined.”

I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me. “But…but I was right there—”

He bit sharply into my shoulder.

“Ow!”

“Hush. Tonight, I’m in control. You, my little midnight snack, don’t get to have an opinion. Be happy that tonight isn’t about letting you dangle on the edge.”

I took a deep breath and steadied my pent-up need by studying the shadows that danced across the walls from the flickering candlelight. The scent of coconut oil hung heavy in the air, mingling with that of my arousal.

“Watch me,” Atticus growled. “Let me show you a secret indulgence.” I did as I was told, intently tracking his hand as he reached for the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table and scooped out a generous fistful. I shuddered at the devilish look in his eyes. He licked his lips like a predator about to devour its prey and dropped a dollop of the creamy white paste on my mound. Expertly, he massaged it down my clitoris and around all my folds. My breath hitched when he smeared some more of the oil onto his middle finger and began rubbing slow circles around my puckered hole.

Instinctively, my knees jerked together. “Atticus, I don’t know if—” But he silenced me by putting a finger to my lips.

“Try that again, and I’ll turn you over my knee and give you another spanking, more harsh than the last one,” he threatened, tracing his fingers around the edges of my still tender bottom. I swallowed hard, embarrassed at the thought of him exerting such domination over me. It was both terrifying and thrilling.

“Trust me, Samantha.”

I swallowed hard and had to bite my tongue to avoid reminding him that I didn’t trust anyone.

“Keep your eyes open, Samantha,” he demanded in a low and dangerous tone. Reluctantly, I complied, locking my gaze on his fingers as they continued their agonizing journey. What he was doing was entirely new and forbidden, and I was both mortified and intrigued by the pleasure it brought. As he slipped the tip of his finger in and out and circled the inner edge, I imagined how it would feel to be filled and invaded there and clenched my opening tight.

“Relax,” he urged. “Watch what I’m doing to you.” I tried my best to comply and enjoy his ministrations, earning praise from him as I submitted. “Mmm, aren’t you the good girl,” he said, giving my inner thigh a quick kiss. He pulled his fingertip out and added more coconut oil. My nerves were on edge, and I was unsure about what was coming next. Then, with a smoldering gaze, Atticus pushed his finger fully inside me, holding me in place with his palm on my belly and his fingers curled around my mound. Taking his time, he slid in and out and round and round. I would have never guessed that the nerves there would elicit such fiery tingles from the depths of my spine to where his palm held me. The sensation was strange, unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

“Atticus…!” I let out a breathy exhale, my body tensing as apprehension took hold.

“Shhh…just trust me,” he whispered, pulling his finger out and adding even more coconut oil. This time, he was more aggressive, plunging two fingers into my tight hole. I pushed back against the sudden intrusion, my breath hitching in my throat. He chuckled darkly and moved his fingers back and forth, slowly at first but gradually increasing in speed.

Unable to help myself, I shut my eyes and let my head fall back while he continued to explore my body. Then, without warning, he smacked me hard across my folds. The jolt of pain made me yelp.

“Eyes open,” he demanded as his thumb slid into my wet entrance, and he stroked my clitoris with his other fingers, driving me wild. It wasn’t long before my moans turned into a high-pitched whine. Within moments, I reached my climax, shuddering in pure bliss. Atticus grinned at me, his eyes filled with triumph as he released me.

“See? I knew you just needed the right man to pleasure you,” he said confidently. “And I’ll make sure to give you plenty of orgasms. You’ll see. Don’t question me. Do as I say, and you’ll never be left wanting.”

Feeling brave and wanting to challenge his controlling nature, I sat up and pressed a brief kiss to his lips before standing and pulling him up with me. I turned him around so he could take my place on the sofa. He smirked as he sat down, running his hand over the wet spot where my arousal had dampened the fabric.

“Looks like someone made a mess,” he taunted, raising an eyebrow.

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