Page 72 of Unwrapping Deviance

He sucks on my bottom lip and nips it. I shiver and reach for him. Daniel takes my hands and lifts me to my feet. He never once takes his eyes off me, not even when he pulls me into his arms. His hand brushes down my back.

“Is my baby still wet for me?”

“Yes,” I murmur eagerly.

His big hands close into my waist and I’m hoisted up onto the edge of the bed.

“Show me.”

Liquid heat pools beneath my skin, burns behind my eyes as I realize what he wants. I nibble on my lip before dropping backacross the cool sheets. The heels of my feet hook against the edge of the mattress and I let my knees drop wide in offering.

But that doesn’t seem to be enough, and I’m not prepared for when he grabs under my knees and jerks them up to my chest, bending me in half.

I’ve imagined this moment with Daniel for so long, needed it so badly, yet I’m horrified by the lewd display of my most intimate area. It’s just there, wet and vulnerable, and unprotected from whatever he wants to do to it. I don’t know if I’m even more turned on or scared, but I don’t stop him.

I would never stop him.

Not even when he slides both rough palms down my inner thighs to spread me, to pull apart my lips, and the heat spikes through me like wildfire. It crashes and burns me to my curled toes hanging in the air ignored.

“Fuck, look at how pretty you are. Wet and pink.” He bites his lip around a satisfied little grin that makes my stomach flutter. “Tight. So fucking tight.”

All the while, I’m trying not to fidget. Trying not to push down into the fingers taunting me. All I can do is fist the sheets and bite my lip and wait. Wait for him to finally end my suffering, but he’s mesmerized by my swollen sex.

“Right, Mira?”

I blink and dart my gaze up to the man watching my face, amusement carved into his mouth and twisted in his eyes. I realize too late he’d asked me a question.

“What?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer right away. He says nothing at all as he shoves my knees wider, flattening them against the mattress, moving them out of the way to bend forward and capture a nipple.

I suck in a sharp gulp of air that plumps my tit further into his mouth. I’m barely breathing as he pulls the pink tip into hismouth. The cobwebs of fire spiraling down in rivers to ignite my soul has me bending. Rocking. My pussy is on full display beneath his belly, wet and empty and he’s sucking my nipple like he has all the time in the world.

My hands fly down to fist his hair, determined to move him in place, to put that lapping tongue in proper use.

Two fingers thrust inside me without warning and my brain malfunctions. I think I cry out, but the world is a muffled heartbeat pounding between my ears as my channel ravenously grabs on to the unfamiliar assault.

“Greedy cunt,” Daniel drawls, lips still latched against the second breast, but his eyes never leave my face as he pumps his hand. “Is this what you want so badly, Mira? For me to fill your hole?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh God...”

A third finger slams in and I swear viciously as stars explode across my vision. My back arcs off the mattress. I think I scream something, but I can’t be sure what until Daniel pounds harder.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucking tight. I have to stretch you and you’re taking it like such a good girl.”

I pull my legs wider for him and watch hungrily as his glistening fingers fill my opening. I haven’t had anything beyond a slender vibrator in there in years and the feel of someone else stretching my walls ... the feeling of being full at last has my entire body giving a violent heave. My hips roll into his hand, meeting his hard slaps. Chasing the edge only seconds away.

“Does my eager little toy need to cum?”

His taunt should have mortified me, but I’m so desperate, so close. “Yes. Please. I’ll do anything.”

That gleam returns to his eyes, that sadistic glint of twisted pleasure. “Anything.” He bows as he speaks until his face is over my core. “Dangerous promise for such a pretty doll.”

I watch, barely daring to breathe as he sweeps up the folds with the full length of his tongue in a single, fluid flick. The slice cuts up my soul and I hiss through my teeth.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Again. Lick my pussy, Daniel.”

His predatory leer never leaves my face as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before drifting down to prod my opening around his fingers.

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