Page 175 of Crave

I lean my back against his thighs.

“You got a good enough view now?” He tips his head forward as I spread my legs over each side of his chest.

“Hell yeah. Come closer, let me eat.”

I shake my head and tut.

“No. I’m in control, remember? I wanna tease you. I want you to beg me to ride you. I’m going to get you so desperate for me you come inside me the second you thrust in. I won’t stop until you’re feral for me.”

I cup my breasts in both hands and run my tongue along my lower lip while he tugs at his restraint.

“Understood?”

He purses his lips and nods, fidgeting with the belt around his wrists.

Working my hands lower down my front, he lets out a groan the same time my two fingers circle my clit.

“Please sit on my face, baby,” he pleads, but not desperate enough yet.

I shake my head. “Beg better.”

“Fuck,” he hisses as I spread my legs even wider and slide two fingers inside.

Leaning forward, I trace over his lips. He opens his mouth, but I don’t slide them in. Instead, I lean back and let him enjoy the view.

“Such a tease, pchelka.” He drops his head back to the pillow with a grin.

Not good enough. He needs to be more needy.

So I flip myself over, carefully positioning my legs on either side of his head, my pussy just far enough away that he can look but not taste.

I lick all the way down his shaft. As I flick my gaze up, I catch myself in the mirror.

Damn, this is hot.

I watch as I take him as far down my throat as I can. I can hear him grunting and groaning behind me.

“I need to be inside you, Lara.”

“Hmm, mmm,” I moan around his cock.

“Please baby, I’m begging. I’ll do anything. Let me come inside you. I don’t want to come down your throat. I want to fill you up and watch it spill out of you. Then I want to fuck it back inside of you with my fingers. Please. Lara.”

There it is. His words are laced with desperation.

Inching my hips back, I let him have a taste. And he does.

“Fuck. You’re so wet. So delicious. Do I get to sink inside you yet?”

I nod, still with him in my mouth. Pushing myself up, I turn around.

He’s flushed and looking feral. I crash my lips over his and line his dick up before pushing myself back.

“Shit,” I cry out.

He brings his arms up, still restrained, over our heads and grabs my ass.

“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he mutters against my lips.

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