Page 33 of Fateful Exposure

I could do this all day, I thought, as I reluctantly dragged my mouth away from her breast to trail soft kisses down her stomach. When my lips reached her abdomen, she giggled.

I paused, raising my head to look at her.

Selma pressed a hand to her lips. "I'm sorry. I'm ticklish in my lower stomach."

I couldn't have stopped the laughter that flew from my lips even if I tried. The almighty Selma Volkov was ticklish?

"I don't think you should have told me that," I mused.

She nodded with a sigh. "I just realized it."

My fingers found her pussy, wet and heated. She whimpered when I brushed against her pulsating clit.

"See how wet you've become from my touch," I rasped, running the tip of my finger up and down her slit. I lowered my head to kiss her inner thigh just below the place she needed me the most, loving the way she trembled beneath my touch.

"Ashton, please," she begged, and it was like music to my ears. After weeks of torturing me with her perfectly round ass, creamy cleavage, and rough-cutting words, it was my turn to drive her crazy.

"I'm really in the mood to tease you today, peaches," I said in a slow, husky voice.

"I'm begging you, Ashton." Her voice was thick with need, coming out in short pants. "I can't take any more foreplay. I need you now."

I looked up at her innocently. "So soon? But I haven't even tasted you yet. I'd hold on to something if I were you."

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Selma

Ashton closed his mouth over my clit, and I buckled.

"Ah,"I moaned, sinking my hand into his hair. I hung between the balance of keeping him there to continue his pleasurable ministrations or pushing him away because the sensations were too much to bear.

Eventually, I settled for keeping him there because if he stopped, I might die of sheer need.

Ashton lapped at my swollen cunt, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth before biting down gently. Tears of ecstasypricked behind my eyes as I cried out, clutching his hair so tightly I was surprised he didn't bellow in pain.

"So responsive," he whispered, blowing cool air on my pulsing clit. "So fucking beautiful."

I shuddered, my eyes drifting shut, letting the explosions flow through me. His fingers stroked my core, and then he was sliding one finger in and then two.

"You're so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me." He curled his fingers inside me as I whimpered pathetically, my eyes snapping open. "How badly do you want me, peaches?"

I couldn't bring myself to speak, not when he was finger fucking me so gently yet so firmly. Not when my insides were screaming for a release so intense that it would probably send me to an early grave.

He stopped, and I almost whined. "I asked you a question. How badly do you want me?"

My mouth felt drier than the fucking Sahara. I swallowed regardless, wetting my lips. "Touch me, Ashton."

He hit that spot that had my hips jolting upward. "That's not an answer."

"So fucking bad," I cried. "I don't just want you. I need you."

The devious smile that formed on his face told me I'd given him the right answer. His fingers started to move again, and I let out a shameless moan, one hand gripping his hair and the other searching aimlessly for something, anything to hold on to.

"Scream, Selma," he ordered, adding another finger and flicking the tips inside me—just the way I liked it. You've never known how to shut up before. Don't start now."

I choked on a sob, my hips practically lifting off the floor. "It's…too…too much." I needed to come. It was the only thing I could think of. The only thing I wanted.

He licked his lower lip. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that." When he added his tongue, sucking my entire clit into his mouth, I did scream so loudly that people on the next floor must've heard me.

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