Page 80 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Jeeee-sus.

It wasn’t fair.

I wanted my mouth on that thing—like—yesterday.

I was so turned on at the thought of touching him, in whatever capacity, I could barely think. Besides. He was right. I’d asked for this. Repeatedly. It wasn’t like he was asking for my kidney.

I also, kinda did deserve some punishment. I’d thrown him against the wall, after all. And we both needed him to reset the balance between us. He wanted me underfoot, in my rightful place. (Literally, in this case.) And I was absolutely not going to argue with that. Not when I liked it there. Not when folding to him was my favorite activity.

But.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to take as many liberties as I could getting there.

“Okay,” I breathed in defeat, immediately rewarded when Prudence’s nostrils flared and his dick twitched. My balls drew up tight in sympathy. My cock head was rubbing, rubbing, rubbing against the already slick fabric of my boxers as my lashes fluttered.

There was something about giving in to our shared depravity that made me lightheaded. There was no confusing what I was about to do. If someone saw me here—shit. What would they think? Humiliation made my face heat as I took a fortifying breath before I committed to what I was about to do. I didn’t care. Let them watch.

Without speaking, I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his knee, glancing up at him through my lashes as denim scraped against my lips. It was crazy to me how real he felt. Flesh and blood. Just looking at him, I never would’ve known the bastard was dead.

“Good boy.” Prudence’s praise went straight to my needy cock, and I hiccuped a whine against his knee, rubbing my cheeks against the fabric just to feel the scratch. Kiss after kiss, I traveled down his leg. Inch by inch. I sucked at the fabric, scraped my teeth against it, took every liberty I could as I made my way down his shin, then ankle, to the edge of his boot.

Dazed with desire, and panting hard, I peered up at him through my lashes.

He was a black and white blur above me, his hands clenched into fists, tattoos rippling as his big chest heaved. I swear I could see a wet spot forming above the head of his cock where it lay trapped against his jeans, and the thought sent a little thrill through my body.

“Tongue out,” Prudence urged, his voice trembling, low and rough. His eyes were on me, dark, predatory.

I stuck my tongue out, inches away from the toe of his boot, my eyes crossing as I tried to look up at his reaction.

I’d never seen him like this before.

Every time we’d had sex it had been in the dark, with him behind me, or occupying my body—and it had always centered around my pleasure. Never had I seen the way his lashes fluttered when he was turned on. Seen the way his lip curled, almost in disgust, his brow knit. His nipples were hard where they pushed against the fabric of his tight white t-shirt and I held back a groan. I wanted to suck on them. Lave the fabric with my spit till the pale pink-ish blue color of them bled through.

My tongue trembled as I closed the distance between my mouth and his boot. Four inches, three inches, two inches, one—wait. I blinked, forcing my gaze from his face down to his shoe, only to realize I had licked right through it. Nothing but cool air. But…why—

Oh.

Oh.

It wasn’t about actually licking them.

No.

“Nnng.” My dick jumped and I whined, unable to help the broken noise that left my lips unbidden. No. It wasn’t licking the boots. It was the fact I was willing to do it. Something so filthy, so depraved. Submissive. Ridiculous. Completely at his mercy.

Fingers tangled in my hair, and I nearly sobbed with relief as Prudence yanked my head back so I was staring at him again. His boot met my cock with a gentle press of rubber that had my eyes rolling and my tongue hanging out as I panted.

I rutted against the unforgiving leather, fucking his foot with short bursts of my hips as my scalp tingled and that foggy place in the back of my head welcomed me deeper inside its embrace. I probably looked ridiculous, panting hard, my hips jerking. That thought only made my balls ache, as I pumped faster.

“Good boy,” Prudence’s voice was impossibly low. Rougher than before. I couldn’t believe I’d earned his praise twice that night. I’d definitely made the right choice today. I humped his boot, ignoring the way it hurt almost as much as it felt good. Shame made my skin hot. This was wrong. So fucking wrong.

I loved it.

“There’s a good, puppy. You need this don’t you, you dirty little slut. Show me those fuck me eyes. Slower, Pinkie. That’s it. Swivel those pretty goddamn hips. Show me how bad you want this.” Prudence’s praise went right to my head.

The pressure and praise made me melt, my balls drawing up tight as I whimpered, rutting against him with a desperation I probably should’ve been self-conscious about. My nipples tingled, hard and sensitive. Too sensitive. My hoodie was too hot, the sticky-sweaty slide of the stolen leather wallets clinging to my abs as my hips jerked.

“You can touch me,” Prudence said, and I released a noise I wasn’t entirely sure was human. My own pleasure forgotten, I lunged toward the zipper of his pants. Eagerly, I shoved my nose against the swell of his balls, then sucked an eager stripe down the thick shape of his cock where it lay trapped against his thigh. “Tongue only.”

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