Page 137 of Dare To Break

Muscles locking in a wave of pleasure, a long, drawn-out moan escapes my throat. All the tension inside me explodes, shooting back up my body to leave me throbbing and pulsing. I try to hold onto the intense feeling, but it slowly fades away, leaving my heart beating at a rapid pace.

“Red or green?” A kiss is planted on my belly.

“Green.” My voice comes out in a throaty croak.

A tongue strokes over my clit, and I twitch.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Did you think I was stopping there, Kitten? We’re not done with you yet.” His mouth latches onto my clit again, and he sucks on it hard.

I grope for him in panic, and my wrists are encircled from above me and pinned down on either side of my head. I buck against the fingers thrusting inside me, my breasts jiggling with the movements. The second orgasm he forces on me comes swiftly on the heels of the first one and is almost painful.

I fall apart all over again.

“How many orgasms is that?” His voice is silky.

“T-two,” I stammer.

His mouth returns to my pussy. It’s though there’s an electrical current running straight from his mouth to my clit. The air locks in my throat. My hips undulate, and my pussy clenches.

“Three more to go.”

Chapter 88

Eli

When her hands landed in my hair, I froze. I shouldn’t have taken off my mask, but I’d realized after the first sweep of my tongue on her clit that it was going to get in the way. Luckily, Kellan thinks fast, and before she can reach for me a second time, he has her wrists locked in his grip and pinned above her head. We can check the recording later before uploading it to make sure my face isn’t visible.

After her second orgasm leaves her shaking and whimpering, I ease up a little, soften my licks and transfer my attention to the fingers I have thrusting in and out of her. She’s so fucking tight. So incredibly responsive to my every touch that it’s taking every ounce of willpower I own not to shed my pants and bury my dick inside her.

But I promised no sex, and she is trusting me to hold to my word. For reasons I don’t want to examine too closely, I don’t want her to feel like she can’t trust me with her body.

“Please, I can’t. I need you to—” Her breathy whisper brings my head up.

“Red?”

Her head shake is immediate. “Just … slow down. Please? Is there a color for that?”

I can’t stop a chuckle from escaping. “Amber, Kitten. Amber for ‘I think I like it, but I need some time to make sure.’”

She nods. “Amber, then. Yes. Amber.”

I ease my fingers out of her, smiling at her moan of protest and move around the coffin, so I’m standing beside her head. I stroke my finger, wet with her juices, across her lips.

“Open.” Her lips part. “Lick.” Her tongue comes out and curls around my finger. I slide it between her lips, deep into her mouth. When she’s licked one clean, I replace it with the second. “Good girl. What do you think? Do you like how you taste?”

“It’s … different.”

I smile and run my wet finger around a nipple. “Ready for round three?”

“Yes. Green.”

“Do you want my tongue or my friend’s?”

“Yours.”

“I think we need to remove the dress first, don’t you? Sit up.”

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