Page 156 of Dare To Break

“Because you like the mystery, the intrigue, the excitement of looking around during your classes and wondering which person in there is remembering how your pussy tasted on his tongue.”

“Is that what you do?” Her voice is a husky whisper.

“Amongst other things.” I kiss my way down her neck, tugging away her t-shirt so I can suck the soft skin at the base of her throat.

She tilts her head, giving me easier access to her throat. “Why did you pick me?”

My hands find the hem of her shirt and I draw it over her head. She lifts her arms and lets me remove it without argument.

“Because …” I reach around her to unhook her bra. “... there’s a darkness inside of you which calls to me.”

“That’s not true.”

“No?” I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her onto the coffin. It puts her breasts at the perfect level for my mouth. I run my tongue over a nipple. “Then why are you here?”

She doesn’t answer that. Her hands close over my shoulders when I suck her nipple into my mouth, and the moan that escapes her mouth turns my dick to stone. I crowd closer, pushing her back until she’s lying on top of the coffin, and I’m half sprawled on top of her. My dick is pressing against her pussy, her legs are wrapped around my hips, and I grind against her while I suck, lick, and nip at her breasts.

Her fingers slide into my hair, and I reach up to pull her away. “No touching, Kitten.”

“But—”

I nip the soft underside of her breast. “No. Touching.”

Kissing a path down her stomach, I pop the button on her jeans. “Lift your ass.”

She presses her palms either side of her hips and lifts up so I can pull the denim down, along with the lacy panties beneath, and off her legs.

“Perfect,” I whisper and kiss her inner thigh. “I have a dare for you to do tomorrow.”

I spread open her pussy with my thumbs and study her. She’s wet, glistening. I lick my lips.

“What is it?”

“No bra, all day.”

“But I have cheer practice.” The word ends on a hiss when my tongue connects with her clit.

“Then be glad I didn’t say no panties.”

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that part of me was getting off on the fact she’s spread open, writhing against my mouth, begging for me to let her come when she has no idea I’m the one person in the entire world that she hates. It appeals to the darkness inside me, the warped center that finds her hatred arousing. But another part of me wants to end the charade, to come clean so I can fuck her the way my dick is begging me to do.

But there are lines that I won’t cross. I’m happy to lick her, suck her clit, feed her own dark desires with a masked stranger in the dark. I’ll make her come for me, scream for me. Fuck, at some point, I’m going to have her on her knees with my dick in her mouth. But fucking her? Sticking my dick in her while she has no idea who I am?

That is off-limits.

“Sin. Oh god, Sin.”

Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, alternating between dragging me closer and attempting to shove me away, and I grab her wrists and pin them down while I continue to assault her clit with my tongue. She writhes, bucks, arches up. She fills the tomb with her whines, moans, and pleas as she rides through her orgasm. And when she’s done, her body going limp and boneless, I lift my head and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth.

“I love the sounds you make for me.” I press a kiss to her pussy. “I love the way you taste.” My tongue teases her clit, and she tries to wriggle away. “I love making you come.” My hands hold her thighs apart while I lick a lazy pattern around her. “I could do this all night long.” Another long lick lifts her ass off the cold marble, and I chuckle. “But you need to go back to your room before your roommate realizes you’re missing.”

“But … you didn’t … you haven’t …” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“Tomorrow night, I want you on your knees, with your mouth open and your tongue out.”

I push a finger inside her. She whimpers.

“I want you naked with your knees spread wide.”

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