Page 134 of Only With You

Vivacious aurous and intense impetuous cherry red.

“Again,” she whimpers needily with no shame and spreads her legs further apart, dragging her bum closer to the edge.

“No,” I reply. The rough edge of my voice almost betrays me. I want to, but she likes when someone takes control, likes to be told what to do, and gets off on being talked down to.

The thought stirs something in me, something primal, and the need to own her becomes unreal.

“Please,” she pleads, eyes full of desperation and want.

I’ll cave, because I want nothing more than to give her exactly what she wants. She’s so obediently willing, legs spread for me, pussy dripping wet, voice breathless, but I’m a dick, because I want to see how much I can push her.

“More?” I hook my palms under her knees and throw her legs over my shoulders.

“Yes,” she breathes, nodding impatiently.

She stares at me, puzzled, as I drag the lace back, covering her, and lap my tongue slowly over her slit.

She moans quietly, body going taut when I graze her clit. “Not like that.”

“Like what?” I drag my tongue again, but purposely miss her clit this time.

“Landon,” she grumbles, fisting my sheets again, and rolls her hips. “You know how.”

“I don’t.”

Her angry stare collides with my aloof one.

Her jaw ticks, but then vehemence gleams in her eyes, and she digs the tips of her heels on my back.

I clench my teeth, biting back a groan, but I don’t stop her. I let her carry on despite the pain it brings, because somewhere in my fucked-up head, it morphs into pleasure and I enjoy it.

I’m liking this too much. I can feel the pre-cum dripping from my tip, seeping through my briefs. It doesn’t stop there. It continues to come and I have to force her to stop, because I’m amateurishly going to come fast.

I grab her hips and squeeze them, digging my fingers into the bone. “If you want more, you’re going to have to beg for it, Julianna. Use your fucking mouth or shut the fuck up.”

Her delicate throat bobs and her chest rapidly rises and falls. I’d feel bad about how rough I’m speaking to her if she didn’t just try to clench her thighs or if I didn’t see how hard her nipples are.

She squares her shoulders and I know that’s her sign that she’s made up her mind. “Can you please spit on me?”

My body thrums with gratification at the softness of her voice. She may sound and look sure, but I know she’s a little embarrassed because she likes this too much.

“Where?” My voice drops an octave.

I hear her swallow.

“My pussy. Can you please spit on my pussy?”

I shove the lace to the side, and with my eyes glued to hers, I spit on it and slap it.

A moan rips out of her mouth and she screws her eyes shut as she jerks forward and drops her head back. “Again, please. I need more.”

“Look at me,” I demand roughly, slapping her again over her clit this time.

I’m so thankful the guys are going to be out for a while, because she cries out louder than before.

She squirms in her spot and her thighs quiver, but I keep them up and apart. “Look at me.”

Julianna pries her eyes open and exhales shakily. “Please.” Her gaze drops to her soaking red cunt and then it lands on her engorged clit. “Let me come.”

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