Page 10 of Bait Me
Will the pleasure outweigh the risk?
He waits. He watches. He holds my ankles gently, his fingers wrapped around them, his touch fucking sizzling.
“Learn to enjoy and let go. What’s the point of any of it if it causes unwanted stress, unnecessary worry.”
“Do it. Eat me and make me scream your name,” I tell him, having no idea where that came from but knowing I want it more than I want to fucking breathe.
“My pleasure,” he replies before his head dips down and licks again, his hands pushing my knees to the sides, so I’m spread wide for him. “Don’t move,” he commands, before he pulls my knickers to the side and dips his tongue in my folds, swiping it up and over my clit, making my back arch off the chair.
I grip the cushion beneath me as he pulls me apart with his fingers, blowing air across my pulsating clit before his tongue moves in circles, slowly, torturously.
Moaning out loud, my hands have a mind of their own as they reach for him, delving into his hair as I push my pussy in his face. And when he growls, it’s like a ticking time bomb has gone off, Darius seeming to go feral as he rips my knickers in half, pushes my legs wider, holding my knees in the air as he devours me, biting, licking, sucking. I keep my knees up as he pulls me down a little more on the chair, so my arse is slightly hanging off the end, his fingers digging into my flesh as he assaults my clit in the most delicious way.
And then his finger plunges inside me, moving in and out punishingly as I tell him, “More. Give me more.” And he does, another finger added, going harder, faster, his mouth… oh his mouth… it’s bliss, pure fucking bliss as my own juices coat his lips, his cheeks, his chin. I can’t even feel ashamed about it, because this is what he’s done to me, turned me into someone I never knew existed—a woman who knows what she wants him to do.
I’m building, right on the cusp as he removes his fingers and brushes them over my arse, a place that has never been touched.
I hold my breath, waiting for the awkwardness to kick in, but I find there is none as my pussy throbs harder, wanting him to push me, take me to another level.
Before I can think about anything else, his mouth is back on my clit, his finger stroking up and down my back passage, and dear lord, I tremble so fucking hard as I rock my hips back and forward.
“Darius…” I say, breathless, and he pulls his mouth away for a second, and my head whips up to look at him as he sinks his finger in slowly, his gaze holding mine, heat working up my body when his finger is fully inside me, stretching me. This might be the hottest fucking moment of my life as he tells me, “Scream for me, Bonnie, let them hear you as you come.” His mouth returns to my clit, his other hand reaching up to pinch my nipple, and as his finger moves out and back in, my thighs clench, my body jerks, and I orgasm harder than ever before, doing just as he asked and screaming out his name for all to hear.
Chapter Eight
DARIUS
Scooping her into my arms, I carry her into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, both of us still fully clothed minus her underwear which is ripped and laying on the chair on the balcony.
My lips devour hers, my hands roaming over her body as the water rains down on us, saturating the clothes that we’re frantically trying to rip off each other. First goes her dress, then my shirt and trousers, along with my boxers, freeing my painfully hard cock.
Unclasping her bra, I add it to the pile at our feet, my mouth moving down her neck and along her collarbone, making its way to her nipple which I take in my mouth and bite down gently on. Her answering moan has me pushing her against the tiles, her leg hitching up and letting my fingers delve inside her once again. She’s fucking soaked, her taste addicting—one I know I’ll never be able to give up.
But before I can taste her all over again, she puts her leg down and pushes my hand away, before dropping to her knees and taking my cock in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Fuck.
I brace my hands on the tiles, watching as her mouth works my dick, in and out, to the back of the throat each time, her gagging noises like something from a porn movie. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she continues to suck the life out of me, working me, taking all of me. Her tongue swirls around the tip as she pulls back, her head bobbing faster and faster, my cum building to spill down her throat. But I want to be inside her when I come for the first time with her, so with some kind of restraint, I pull back, moving away from her slightly as she looks up at me confused, but she won’t be confused for long as I move her onto her knees and kneel behind her. It’s a large fucking shower room, and for once, I’m grateful for that fact, because this way it allows me to sink into her as her arse is in the air, ready for me to occupy that hole too.
Sinking my cock in, her groan echoes around the walls of the shower, and then I pound into her so fucking hard that she struggles to keep herself up. As I pound into her, I pull her arse cheeks apart and tease her puckering hole with my finger, before pushing in and moving in and out at the same pace as my dick.
“Darius,” she cries, her head hanging down, her pants matching my own.
“Play with your clit whilst I fuck you,” I demand, and I watch as her hand goes between her legs, doing what I told her. So fucking compliant. I love it.
“Gimme another one,” I tell her as I feel her walls clench around me, squeezing me, pushing me to my own release. And when I can hold on no longer, I tell her, “Now, Bonnie. Let go.”
Three strokes later, her hand working her clit like she’s trying to rub it out, she explodes, her juices gushing as they mix with my cum. I stay inside her, prolonging the pleasure, before I pull out and wrap my hand around her hair, pulling her up as I stand and pushing her back into the tiles as my mouth covers hers.
She makes me feel like a fucking animal. I’ve never been with a woman as responsive as her. Like she was made for me.
And I’m starting to think she was.
Chapter Nine
BONNIE
I am exhausted, laying on the sofa, feeling thoroughly fucked and in a state of bliss. I have no idea what came over me on that balcony, but damn, he knows how to show a woman a good time. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and a part of me questions if anyone will ever come close to him, to what we just did, but I push it away to question another day. Not now. Not in this moment. Not when nothing could possibly disrupt this happy state I’ve found myself in.
And the reason for my happy state is walking towards me, with a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. I go to sit up, but before I can, he says, “Open your mouth,” as he brings the can to my lips and sprays the cream before darting his tongue out and licking the cream from my mouth. I’m dressed in nothing but a soft robe, which he undoes and moves to the sides, exposing my body to him.
