Page 58 of Snitches and Serpents

Embarrassment and fury flash through me. “I don’t?—”

He licks my pussy.

I gasp, arching up from the bed, as he swirls his tongue around my clit. Fire sears through me. I spear my hands through his soft, black hair and grip it hard. He answers by scraping his teeth lightly over my clit.

White lights flash before my eyes.

He takes my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips, before he draws his tongue down to my entrance. My heart pounds so hard in my chest that it seems to echo through the whole room. Pleasure builds inside me as he teases my entrance with his tongue. Then he pushes it inside.

I grip his hair hard as he fucks me with his tongue.

The tension inside me builds into a thrumming storm.

Moans spill from my lips.

He lets out a dark chuckle. Heat spears through me as his breath dances over my sensitive skin.

With his hands still firmly on my thighs, he pulls back enough to smirk at me. “So fucking desperate.”

“You—”

The rest of my angry retort gets cut off as he takes my clit into his mouth again. My eyes roll back in my head, and I slump fully back down on the soft mattress as Tristan alternates between licking me with long, tantalizingly slow strokes and rolling my clit between his lips.

Fire pools inside me, spreading through my every nerve. I flex my fingers in his hair as he continues expertly working his mouth. My heart pounds in my chest. Moans and desperate whimpers spill from my lips as the pleasure thrumming inside me reaches unbearable levels. I squirm against the pale sheets and desperately try to close my legs, but Tristan keeps them mercilessly spread. It feels as if my brain is going to melt.

“Oh God,” I gasp.

“God can’t help you now.”

Tension crackles like lightning inside me.

Tristan shows me no mercy. He continues pushing me closer and closer to that sweet edge until I think I’m going to shatter from the pent-up tension. I just need?—

Release crashes through me.

I arch up from the bed as pleasure sweeps through my body. My clit pulses between Tristan’s lips as he continues his sweet torture until my body feels like it’s coming apart at the seams.

Only once the last tremors have died down does Tristan pull back.

My chest heaves and my heart hammers against my ribs as I stare up into the pale ceiling while I try to piece my mind back together. God, that was… insane.

“See?” Tristan says from above me. There is a distinctly mocking note to his voice. “You are the one who wants me. Not the other way around.”

Anger flickers through me.

Blinking repeatedly, I try to clear the haze from my mind while I sit up on the bed. Tristan is on his feet now, standing right in front of me between my spread legs. His arms are crossed over his chest, and there is a smirk playing over his lips as he stares down at me.

I grind my teeth in annoyance. Placing my palms on the bed, I push myself to my feet as well.

However, Tristan doesn’t move back. He remains firmly where he is, which is the exact spot I need in order to be able to stand up. So when I push up from the bed, I end up just falling back down again because his muscular body is blocking the way.

Tossing my hair back, I shoot him a glare. He just smirks down at me and remains standing there between my legs.

I force out an angry breath and lie down on the bed so that I can roll away from him and get to my feet on the other side. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to stop me.

“This proves nothing,” I declare as I shoot to my feet and shove my dress back down.

Tristan arches a dark brow at me. “Oh really? So you’re saying that I didn’t just make you come so hard that you gasped and squirmed on that bed?”

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