Page 33 of Tower

Her eyes widened, and she made fists at her sides, but she didn’t speak. Good girl. He didn’t want to spend the evening disciplining her. As much as he enjoyed the act, he wanted to fondle and lick every inch of her. Show her there was much pleasure to be had in obedience.

Using his thumb and his forefinger, he pried open her lips, finding the pink, wet flesh of her pussy. Her swollen clit begged for a kiss, but he had already given her directions. It was time for her to show him she would behave as promised.

“Go on, Azalea. Show me how you play with yourself. Show me how you pet your pussy when no one’s around to see or hear.”

She averted her stare, creeping her hands from her sides to between her delicious thighs. He watched her, thinking to give her some solace in that he wasn’t staring directly at her face. Let her hide a bit, for now, but soon she wouldn’t be able to hide from either of them.

Keeping her lips spread, he watched her fingers slip between his hands and find the nub. A soft moan escaped her the moment the pad of her finger brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, good girl, play with your clit,” he whispered, as though she were an animal in the wild he didn’t want to disturb.

She pressed her middle finger down on the swollen bud and moved in circles. He chanced a quick glance up at her and found her eyes closed. Perfect.

“Nice.” He released her lips and sprawled out on his stomach, with her pussy mere inches away from his face. “Keep going,” he ordered, when she paused. His movements had drawn her out of whatever aroused fantasy she’d slipped into.

He could make her keep her eyes on him. He shouldn’t let her dive into her mind in order to escape him, but she had such an innocence about her, corrupting her too soon might break her. And he didn’t break his toys.

Her finger disappeared from her clit, and he followed her movements as she stuck it into her mouth, sucking on it briefly. His cock ached beneath him when her wet digit went back to rolling the hard clit around and around.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, blowing his breath onto her exposed sex.

She moaned and rubbed herself with all of her fingers. Round and around she went. Her hips came off the bed slightly but enough for him to see the juices starting to coat her sex. The girl was soaked.

Tired of being the standby, he grabbed her. Her eyes flew open, and he kept her locked in his gaze. Not saying a word, he took her hand and brought it to his mouth. He ran his tongue over her fingertips, taking off every bit of her arousal and groaning over the sweetness of it.

“My turn,” he said with a gruffness and put her hand on her belly. “Now, you keep your hands out of my way.”

He lowered himself to her sex, inhaling the aroma before flicking his tongue lightly over her clit.

Her sharp inhale of breath drove him closer to the brink. A man could hold himself back for so long before erupting into action. Scooting down a fraction, he slid both arms beneath her ass and brought her off the bed, feeding himself with her pussy.

“Oh. Oh,” she moaned when his tongue darted into her entrance. So much heat, so much delectable flavor. He ran his tongue up her slit, suckling on her clit before sinking his teeth into her.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed. He didn’t look up at her, but he could feel her moving. She was half sitting, half lying down to watch him.

Let her. The watching made it easier for her to lose herself in what he was doing to her. What he would be doing to her, what he’d been waiting to do since he’d laid eyes on her at Tower.

“Peter.” She lifted her hips toward him. Whether she did it on purpose or not didn’t matter. His girl was seeking her release.

He pulled back from her, looking up the length of her body at her aroused expression. Bottom lip tucked between her teeth, hair framing her perfectly blushed face.

“What do you want, Azalea?” he asked, rubbing his chin over her clit, knowing any touch at this point dragged her to the edge.

War raged in her expression. She wanted to ask for her release, wanted to scream at him to make her come. He knew it. But then there was the sensible, stubborn Azalea fighting it.

“I’ll make you come. All you have to do is ask.” He nuzzled her sensitive bits again, enjoying the way her eyelids fluttered and her breath huffed from between her swollen lips. Someone had been biting down hard to keep from crying out.

“Don’t make me,” she pleaded so softly, so prettily his cock twitched. She didn’t understand how much her distress turned him on.

“You don’t have to. If you don’t ask, you won’t come. But I’ll keep you in this state, this high of arousal on the peak of explosion for a very, very long time. You’ll wish you’d asked.” As always, he meant what he said. If she didn’t ask, he’d edge her to the brink of insanity. She’d be begging for release, but the time would have passed when he would grant her request, and the poor girl would go to bed so aroused she probably wouldn’t sleep at all.

While staring at her, he slipped one hand from beneath her ass and gingerly glided a finger into her pussy entrance.

“Oh!” She gripped the bedsheets and tried to wiggle away, but he whipped his free hand out and pressed down on her belly, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

“None of that. Be a good girl and take my finger. Just one, I promise.” He pushed his middle finger all the way into her passage, feeling the heat and squeeze of her channel. “See, no pain. Only pleasure.” He kissed her lips then moved back to her clit.

“Peter. Oh god. Peter. Okay, okay.” He kept his gaze up at her while he suckled her clit again. She threw her head back and leaned against her elbows. “Please. Please, make me.”

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