Page 170 of Mud

I barely held myself up with my shaking arms. My mouth opened with a moan, and Taland looked at my lips like he was suddenly possessed, then slipped his middle finger inside my mouth. His other hand was on my breasts still, hisfingers slowly moving below the cup of my bra, freeing my nipple.

“Suck,” Taland whispered, and I was already at it, sucking on his finger like it was my favorite lollipop. Like it was his cock.

Fuck, how I missed the feel of him against my tongue. How I missed the way he used to look down at me while I had my way with him. How he used to show me that I had his soul in my hands while I pleased him.

I couldn’t stop moaning as he pulled his finger out of my mouth, then thrust in two. He played with my boobs while he finger-fucked my mouth for a moment, growling and cursing under his breath as he watched.

Soon enough, he replaced his fingers with his mouth as he unclasped my bra, then pushed me down on the mattress while he gave me his tongue to suck on like I did his fingers. I eagerly complied, especially when he held himself up with one arm, and his other hand was already on the button of my pants.

Finally,they were coming off.

Like that, I had some room to takehisclothes off, too. I went for his pants first, pulling the zipper, frantically pushing down his underwear until his cock was in my hands.

I swear I almost exploded into fireworks the same second.

He let go of my lips, too, gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut like he was in pain, but he wasn’t. He was just trying to hold himself back.

“Don’t come yet,” I whispered because I needed him inside me first, and I couldn’t wait. If he made me wait, I was going to die. We only had this one time, this one chance where we both threw common sense out thewindow and allowed ourselves to end up here. Just this one time—and we were going to make good use of it no matter what.

He wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing just lightly, forcing my head up because I’d been trying to look down between our bodies, to finally see the object of my fantasies after all this time.

“Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you first. Not until I’m buried deep inside you,” Taland whispered, and my pussy throbbed harder. “Now, let go of my cock and lie down—or I’ll make you.”

“No, I—”need to touch you,I was going to say, but that’s the thing about Taland—he never liked to repeat himself. If I refused to obey him once, he proceeded to make me, just like he promised.

He didn’t give me a moment to change my mind. He moved, grabbed me and flipped me around until I was on the mattress on my stomach, and he pulled my pants and panties down my ass the same second, before he slapped me on my ass cheek so hard it stung.

I cried out, trying to hold onto the mattress but it was too thick. I tried to move, tried to turn over, to see him, tobeghim to just let me look and touch and feel him, but Taland wouldn’t have it. The way he handled my body was a fucking sin, but he did it so well. He grabbed my hips and pushed me down again and said, “Stay,” in that low tone of voice that had goose bumps breaking out on my arms instantly.

“Taland,” I breathed and gave it one last try, still hoping, but he slapped my other ass cheek until I screamed, then put me down on the mattress again, put his hand on the back of my head to keep me there.

“I saidstay, my filthy little slut.” His voice was a growl,almost robotic. He slapped me again, and my face was against the mattress, so my cries came out muffled. “So fucking greedy. Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He slid his hand down my ass, between my legs, and my hips rose in the air instantly, my pussy desperate for the feel of his fingers.

Another string of curse words left him in a rush when he touched me and realized that the answer he was looking for wasvery. I was very, very wet for him, soaking, dripping, so fucking turned on I couldn’t tell you my name if you asked.

“Damn it, sweetness,” Taland said with a defeated sigh, then rose on his knees again.

But now that I’d had a little taste of him, I stayed still. Now, when he pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs, then got off the mattress to take them off me completely, I just held my breath and I waited, completely naked for him, feeling his eyes burning every inch of my back.

“Don’t. Move.”

It was a goddamn threat if I’d ever heard one.

So, I stayed put and I only heard it when he pulled his shirt off, threw it on the floor. His boots came next, and then his pants, and the image of him naked was right there in the center of my mind. So fucking beautiful, every line of his toned muscles, every inch of satin-smooth skin, and every inch of his cock, too. He was thicker than the space between the tip of my thumb and index finger. His cock was so curved that I felt him on my pelvis when he fucked me missionary. My mouth was salivating, and my pussy was burning, every inch of me on fire with anticipation, my ears sharp to pick up his every movement.

“Good girl,” Taland said, and he fell on his knees on the mattress again.

I hoped for a second that he would grab me and flip me over. I hoped he’d spread my legs or put my heels on his shoulders the way he liked and fuck me until I forgot the game and the city and the world and the whole universe.

I hoped, but he had different plans.Betterplans.

His hands were on the mattress on either side of my head, but he didn’t lay on me. Instead, he kissed my shoulder slowly, gently, then pushed my hair to the side so he could reach my neck, my jaw, my cheek. He could feel how fast I breathed, probably how fast my heart was beating, too, but he didn’t rush. He continued to kiss the corner of my lips, then slipped his tongue under and pulled my upper one between his teeth. I raised my head as far as the position allowed to try to make it last longer, but he moved down to my back again, kissing a straight line from the base of my neck and down my backbone. All the while he muttered praise, and sometimes called me his undoing, and sometimes his beautiful slut, and sometimes his queen. I couldn’t make out most of what he said because my attention was on where his lips pressed against my skin—until he reached my ass and began to bite and slap and suck in my flesh until I was sure I had purple dots all over me.

“Raise your ass for me, baby. I’m dying for your sweetness,” he muttered against my skin after leaving the imprint of his teeth near my hip.

Fuck, the way I moaned at the sound of his voice.

As if my body was at his command, my hips rose before I’d realized I was moving. Taland put his elbows on either side of my thighs and kissed all the places he’d bit and sucked. Then he gripped my hips and pulled them up alittle higher, until my ass cheeks stretched out and my pussy was perfectly exposed to him.

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