Page 76 of Oh, Hell No

I bit my lip and smiled, then leaned back on him again. When I was the way he had asked, his free hand moved from my thigh to the wet strip of fabric doing little to cover me.

“Good girl,” he praised, then slid his middle finger underneath the wet silk and cotton.

“Oh,” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he said.

I turned my head to see he had answered the phone.

His eyes were on the game. “I got it, but he’s in five right now. Not sure he can cover more than that.”

I wanted to listen and try and understand what he had to do as a bookie, but he sank his finger deep in me, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from making a noise. My head fell back as he slowly fucked me with his thick middle finger.

“If Than thinks it’s safe, then I’ll plug it in, but this is on his ass. No. I won’t be back tonight.”

His mouth brushed my temple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a husky tone so much different from the one he’d had with whoever was on the phone.

“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my hips.

He eased his finger up through the slit and began to tease my clit.

“Ah,” I panted.

“Touch your pussy. Get your pretty fingers coated, then give them to me to suck.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly as I moved a hand down and joined his. His fingers pulled mine down closer to my opening.

“Sink them into your cunt.” His voice made the entire experience that much more erotic.

I took each one and buried it inside, then pulled it out before moving to the next one and repeating it. Oz’s hand had stilled completely, although he hadn’t removed it. I finished and lifted my hand to his mouth just as his phone rang. I stopped but he grabbed my arm and pulled it up, taking all three middle fingers. I trembled as his pierced tongue traced them while he cleaned off every one thoroughly.

When he let them pop free, he winked at me, then answered his phone, pulling me to settle against him again while he continued to touch me. I listened to his voice as he did business while he used his fingers to bring me close to an orgasm. Then, he’d stop before doing it again, then easing. It went on like this, putting me in a haze of desire and delirium, constantly hanging right there before the crest. I began whimpering and wiggling in my need to climax.

He took two more calls, but I had no idea what was said or if I made any noises. I only cared about the orgasm I was so close to having, but he wouldn’t allow it. The smell of my arousal grew stronger, the more he built it, and then he’d back off. I tried once to do it myself, but he moved fast, grabbing my wrist to stop me.

I was about to start begging loudly when he took my waist and stood me up. I ached so bad that my legs were weak. He ripped the side of my panties and then they slid away.

“Get up here on your hands and knees,” he said, and the sound of his zipper made me want to weep with joy.

I turned to look at him and saw his heated gaze.

He shoved his jeans down his hips. “Get on the sofa,” he growled.

I climbed onto it and barely got in the position he had told meto when he took my butt cheeks and squeezed.

“This pretty pink pussy is glistening,” he said. “Christ, it smells so good. I want to eat it, but my dick is about to explode.”

“Yes, please,” I begged, his words stirring the ache.

His hands move to my waist, and then he was behind me. Before I took my next breath, he plunged into me and let out a loud moan. My body jerked, and I felt my pussy contract. I was going to come fast.

Oz grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and pulled my head back.

“Oh God, you’re deep,” I gasp.

I hadn’t known he could get any deeper, but he had.

“Fuck, your slick cunt is tight.” His voice was gravelly.

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