Page 81 of Snitches and Serpents

Dark desire spears through me.

“Yes,” I manage to press out, my voice breathless.

“Good.”

With one hand still around my throat, he slides his other up the inside of my thigh. Then he draws his fingers over my aching pussy. I gasp at the intimate touch. He pulls his hand back and then lifts it so that he’s holding it between our faces. Turning it from side to side, he inspects his fingers, which are covered in my arousal.

Smirking, he locks eyes with me again. “You’re soaking wet.”

Heat flushes my cheeks, and I squirm on the mattress.

“So the perfect and always so proper rich girl is secretly a kinky little thing, huh?” he taunts.

I try to turn my face away as more heat floods my cheeks, but he draws his hand up to my jaw and forces me to face him again. With that damn smirk still on his mouth, he moves his fingers towards my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he orders.

A jolt shoots through me, and I stare up at him.

He stares right back, his eyes pulsing with authority.

I slowly open my mouth.

He pushes his forefinger and middle finger into my mouth. The fingers that are wet with my arousal.

“Lick them clean,” he commands.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that he must be able to hear it. But my pussy aches with so much need that I can barely feel my thundering heart.

Closing my lips around his fingers, I suck and lick them like he ordered me to.

Hunger burns in his eyes as he watches me.

Once I’m done, he withdraws his fingers again and slides his other hand back down to my throat instead. A devilish smile tilts his lips.

“Good girl.”

A desperate whimper escapes me. I adjust my hips again, making my still raised leg shift and jangle the chain.

Tristan moves both of his hands down to my hips and helps adjust me into a better position. Then he keeps his hands there, holding me in place as he drags his cock through my wetness.

Another moan spills from my lips and I curl my fingers into fists.

“Beg me,” he orders.

I snap my gaze to his.

He draws the tip of his cock over my pussy again.

Lightning shoots up my spine, and I throw my head back.

“Beg me,” he repeats, the command vibrating through my very soul.

My chest heaves and burning desire sears through me as he positions his cock right against my entrance. Every nerve inside me is crackling with pent-up need. Oh God, I need him inside me. Now. Right now. If he doesn’t start fucking me right now, I’m going to shatter.

“Please,” I gasp out, staring up at him with desperate eyes. “Please, I’m begging you.”

A victorious grin spreads across his mouth.

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