Page 41 of Holiday Power Play

Trevor chuckles. Deep and throaty. “That’s what I thought. Because I’m going to need to hear the sounds you make when I’m driving into you, Angel. But before I do that..”

He flips me over and I’m now on my back. He situates himself between my legs and pulls my core closer to him. I can feel that rock hard erection in his pants and I grind over it.

“Uh-uh,” he says. “Not until I say so.”

He then yanks my thong down my leg and dips his head between my thighs. The binds on my ankles only let me move so much. But I feel his hair tickling the sensitive skin there as his tongue laps me up from clit to ass. He doesn’t waste a single drop.

And when he’s done licking me up, he focuses on that sensitive nub again, but this time, he uses his tongue.

“You like that, don’t you?” he says onto my skin, nipping and licking as I buck into his face.

“Yes,” I say softly. He stays face-planted against that spot and then brings a finger up to my entrance.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging for my cock, Angel. So don’t you dare come. You hear me?”

Excuse me, don’t come?!

He’s working magic with his tongue already and plans to finger fuck me into oblivion, but I’m not allowed to come.

“How is that fair?” I breathe out, his tongue picking up speed.

“Because the more you come, the more you’ll get tired. And if I only get you for a little bit, Lana… I’m going to have you to the fullest.”

That will do.

“Okay,” I say. “But I want to see you. I want to see what your face looks like buried between my legs.”

“Now that is fair,” he says. He reaches for my impromptu eye mask, and I can finally see him. Hair mussed, eyes hungry. And he looks up at me with those light, golden eyes and licks me lazily like I’m a dessert he’s trying his best to savor.

I close my eyes, because the sight of him is too much.

“No, Angel. Open your eyes and watch me fuck you.”

I open my eyes and watch as he picks up speed, his fingers moving in and out of my dripping cunt as his tongue continues to suck and tease and flick against my clit.

“I don’t think I can take it,” I say.

“Yes,” he says, gruffly. “You can take it, Lana. You can take this and more because by the time I’m done with you… you’re going to wish you had more.”

What he doesn’t know is that I already do. This is the best sex I’ve ever had and he hasn’t even fully fucked me yet. How am I supposed to just go about my day tomorrow knowing that this is what I’ve been missing out on.

I feel the wave building again.

No. I can’t come.

“Stop!” I breathe out.

And without questioning me, he does.

His fingers pull out of me, leaving me feeling empty and his tongue stops it’s epic assault on my clit as he looks up at me.

Pleased, the corners of his mouth lift up into a grin.

“That was very good, Angel. Save it for me.”

I let out a shattered breath because, this man–fuck–he’s making me feel so much more alive than I’ve felt… well, ever.

I swallow hard as he releases the binds from my ankles. He leaves the ones on my wrists, but takes me into his arms and carries me over to kitchen. He sets me on top of the kitchen island and reaches behind snapping my bra off.

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