Page 94 of Dare To Break

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere we won’t be disturbed.” I move closer.

“Is your friend here?”

“No.” I rest my hands on her shoulders and turn her, so her back is to the coffin. “Five times, you said. Was that just today?”

“I—”

“Did you mean he’s eaten you out five times, or made you come five times? What’s he done five times, Kitten?” I run my fingers down her arm and circle her wrist. Lifting her hand, I flatten it against her stomach. “Did he kiss you five times? Fuck you five times? No, wait, you said he didn’t use his dick. His mouth, right? That’s what you said.” I lean close and press my lips to her ear. “He licked you between the legs with his tongue five times,” I whisper and feel her shiver.

My hand covers hers, and I inch them both downwards toward the waistband of her pants.

“Green or red, Kitten?” Her breathing quickens at my question. “Do you want me to lick you … between the legs … five times?”

I run my tongue along her ear. Our fingers are touching the top of her pants.

“When he was between your legs, his tongue lapping at your pussy, who were you thinking about?”

I ease our hands beneath the elastic of her pants and down further until we’re sliding over her panties. I curve her finger beneath mine, cupping her pussy.

“Did he feast on you the way we did at the bench? Did he make you desperate to come?”

My lips find the lobe of her ear. I take it between my teeth and give a sharp nip.

A small whimper escapes her, and I laugh softly. There’s something dark swirling inside me, a hunger that needs feeding. I want her moans, her cries.

“Green or red?”

I flex my fingers, pressing her palm against her pussy. My thumb strokes along the edge of her panties and her stance shifts, legs parting. I move forward, sending her back step by step until her ass collides with the marble of the coffin.

“Please.” The word is a needy whine.

“Wrong answer.”

I start to withdraw my hand and she grabs my wrist. I let her stop me, allow her to guide my hand back down to her pussy, only she pushes it beneath her panties and my gloved fingers make contact with warm wetness.

Our groans are synchronized as my fingers slide deeper until I graze her clit. Her hips buck, fingernails biting into my wrist as I stroke her sensitive flesh. She’s soaking my glove, making it easy to slide my fingers over her clit and inside her. She stills, a gasp leaving her lips, and I wrap my free hand around her jaw and turn her face away from me, so I can bite along her throat. My fingers pump in and out of her, while my thumb strokes, circles, and flicks against her clit.

“Does Miles licking you feel like this, Kitten?”

She shakes her head, and I wonder if her eyes are open or closed.

“Ride my fingers like a good girl.”

She grinds against my hand, and I curl my fingers, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit.

“Do you want to come?”

Her nod is a jerky movement. I pull my fingers free and step back. “Too bad.”

“Wh-what?” Her voice is thick with lust and desire.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I peel off the gloves I’m wearing and toss them to the floor, moving back to the door.

“Question?” She sounds dazed.

“See, that’s the problem, Kitten. You don’t listen.” I step through the door and let it swing closed behind me, leaving her hungry, needy, on the edge. Just like I’m hungry, needy, and on the edge.

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