Page 46 of Dare To Live

My teeth graze over her ear, and I nip hard on the lobe. She gives a soft moan.

“Take out my dick.”

Her fingers dive beneath the waistband of my sweats and curl around my erection. She gives a couple of slow pumps, then drags my sweats and boxers down over my thighs with her other hand. My dick springs up. Arabella licks her lips.

“Suck it.”

Her lips curve up into a smile, before they part to let her tongue come out to flick over the tip, and then I’m engulfed inside the warm, wetness of her mouth. I bite back a groan.

So, you’re dead set on this? You’re going to fuck her and then let her go?

I squash the voice down ruthlessly. Now isn’t the time to get into an argument with someone who isn’t there.

My hips jerk forward, driving my dick deeper down her throat, and I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her head still while I fuck her mouth like it’s her pussy. She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t fight. In fact, she does the opposite. Her hands clutch my thighs, nails biting deep with every thrust. Her tongue laps at my length, licking and sucking and making contented little humming sounds like I’m her favorite meal.

I angle my head, watching my dick sliding in and out of her mouth. My nerves are tightening, the desire to come dancing like fire through my veins, but I wrestle against it.

Too soon. Not yet. Not now.

Her nails scrape a path over my ass, down my thighs, and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to drag her mouth off my dick before I lose control.

“Hands and knees.” I bark the words, shoving her away from me. “Spread your legs. Show me how desperate you are.”

“Eli.” My name is a protest.

“What I want, when I want, how I want,” I remind her. “Hands and fucking knees.”

She rolls onto her stomach, and slowly lifts onto her hands and knees.

“Lower your head. I want your ass in the air, face on the pillow.”

She shifts position.

“Spread your legs.”

Her legs part, and I reach forward to rest my palm on the curve of her ass.

“Do you remember the spanking I gave you in school?”

She tenses beneath my touch.

“You accused me of enjoying it, getting off on it.” I raise my hand then bring it down hard against one cheek.

She yelps and tries to scoot forward.

“Anything I want, Arabella. Stay fucking still.” I stroke my palm over the red mark I’ve left. “If I’d been getting off on it, I wouldn’t have spanked you through your panties. I’d have pulled them down, and showed the entire class how wet your pussy was.” I trail my fingertips down her ass and through the slick arousal coating her pussy.

“Just like you are now. I’d have finger-fucked you with one hand, while I spanked you with the other.” I push one finger inside her. “I’d have made the entire class count while I took you to the edge and held you there.” I add a second finger and pump them in and out of her body in a slow, measured movement. “I’d have made you beg to come right there in front of everyone.”

“Eli.” She pushes back against my fingers.

“And then, just as you were hovering on the cusp, at the point of no return, I’d have put Tina on her knees and her tongue on your pussy and let you come all over her face.”

“I don’t like girls.” She gasps when I push a third finger inside her.

“No, but you loved me … and if I’d wanted you to fuck a girl’s face back then, you’d have done it.”

I land another slap, and her pussy clenches around my fingers.

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