Page 66 of Dare To Live

“That’s it, Kitten. Ride my fingers.” His voice is a raspy whisper in my ear.

Every thrust of his fingers, every whisper, every bite, and kiss unravels me a little more. Moaning, I rock my pelvis forward, feeling the hard ridge of his cock in the front of his pants when I move back.

“Tell me you want me.”

My answer is a whimper, my orgasm close.

“If you want to come, tell me you want me.”

The thought of him stopping now has my stomach dropping in panic. “That’s—That’s not fair.”

He twists my nipple between his fingers. I give a small cry, at the sharp pleasure/pain of it. “We both know the truth. You do want me, don’t you, Hellcat?”

“I want your dick.”

He chuckles. “Good enough.”

Confusion hits me when he pulls his hand out from between my legs and steps back. I whine, feeling the emptiness keenly, but I don’t have time to protest further because he spins me around, lifts me and perches my ass on the edge of the sink. Hands settling on my thighs, he rests my legs on his shoulders and presses his mouth to my pussy. I clutch at the counter with one hand to balance myself, while Eli licks my clit, his lips fastening onto it sucking and feasting.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, grasping the soft strands tightly as his tongue dips inside me. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“I love it when you beg.” Eli’s breath tingles over my sensitive flesh. “Do it again.”

“Please. Please give me an orgasm. Eli, please. Oh god, Eli.” My pleas morph into a moan while his tongue swipes over my clit.

A knock on the restroom door breaks through the lust of fog surrounding me, and I freeze.

Eli’s fingers flex against my thighs. “Ignore it.”

“Hello?” A voice calls.

“Bu-busy.” I gasp. “So–sorry.”

“Ma’am. Are you alright in there?”

Eli’s shoulders shake, and it takes me a second to realize he’s laughing with his face buried in my pussy. I’m going to be mortified over this later, but at this second in time, I don’t care. I need to come or I’m going to explode.

“Ye-yes,” My sob of pleasure can’t be contained. “Do-don’t stop. I will kill you if you do.”

The door handle rattles. “Can you unlock the door, Ma’am?”

Eli raises his head. “The lady said she’s fine, so fuck off.”

He goes back to ravaging my pussy with his tongue and mouth. I cup one of my breasts and pinch my nipple. Panting, writhing, everything within me coils tighter and tighter until an orgasm rushes over me, sending me spinning into pure bliss.

“Look at me when you’re falling apart, Kitten. Don’t hide it from me.”

I force my eyes to open and look down. Eli’s face is still between my legs, but his eyes are on me, burning with hunger and lust, while his tongue swirls and licks, laps and flicks at my clit. My hips buck, muscles turning rigid, then slowly relax with the aftermath of my release.

Eli presses a kiss to my inner thighs, then straightens. He runs his tongue over both of my nipples, then closes his lips around each one to suck then kiss the hardened peaks.

I sigh and let my eyes close. “That was …”

“Just the appetizer. We have the rest of the evening ahead of us.”

I shiver, my pussy pulsing with anticipation. His fingers are good, but it’s nothing compared to having his cock inside me.

Gentle hands straighten me up. Standing between my spread legs, he tugs up the bodice of my dress, covering my breasts.

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