Page 116 of Texting Dr. Stalker

He went instantly, fatally still.

His breathing came fast and shallow, his fingers twitching inside me.

“S—Lori.” He exhaled with a heart-clenching grunt. “Stop.”

He shifted as if to prevent me from touching him, but I clamped my legs closed and kept his wrist trapped. “It’s not fair for me to ask you to give me a release and not return the favour.”

Stupid tears rolled hotly down my cheeks.

Every cell throbbed with hotter frustration as my impossible orgasm flew higher out of reach. What was the point? This was a waste of time. Milton stalked my thoughts, pacing on the outskirts of my mind, keeping me imprisoned in a cage of my own making.

“I can’t come,” I muttered almost coldly. Rocking my hand up and down, I focused on his climax instead. “But you can.”

I’d almost gotten there.

I appreciated his attempt, but…I couldn’t scale that wall just yet.

I’m not ready.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.

“Youcancome. If I’m doing it wrong, talk to me,” he groaned. “Tell me what you like.”

“Forget about me.” My voice caught with frustrated tears. I clutched his rock-hard length. “Let me—”

“No.” Removing his fingers, he clamped them hot and damp around my wrist and jerked my touch off him. In the same motion, he flung up the covers over his head and shot down the mattress.

I gasped as he settled between my legs, his face directly above my exposed pussy.

Grabbing the blankets, I looked down and, good God, I’d never had a mask fetish. I’d never had any kind of fetish, but seeing X between my legs—dressed all in black with a skull covering half his face and his baseball cap a little skewed, all the tingles and clenches he’d conjured returned in a wave of delirium.

His left hand went to his mask, his eyes flashing black. “You asked me to make you come and I never leave a job half done. You can trust me. I will never hurt you. And you can leave at any time. But…” His voice turned husky with gravel. “While I have you like this, while I can smell your need, and see your desire, I’m going to keep going. I’m not going to stop, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of licking you.”

Holding my stare, he inserted two fingers back inside me.

My mouth fell open.

My arms trembled holding the covers up.

“However…in order for me to use my tongue, I have to lower my mask which means you have to drop the blankets. If I feel you lift them. If you try to look at me. If you attempt to stop me because you’re feeling guilty that you’re not returning the favour or that I’m not extremely,desperatelywilling to do this for you, then I’m leaving and not coming back.”

Cold water doused me.

I tried to close my legs, but he pressed my thigh with his free hand and kept me wide.

“Do we have a deal or not?” He dropped his blazing stare to where his fingers vanished inside me. “Because my mouth is watering, and I either need to taste you or run as far away from you as possible.” He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed. “And I just realised everything I said might terrify you, so if I’ve scared you and you want this to end, just give me the word and I’m gone, Lori. You don’t ever have to see me again. We never have to discuss this or—”

“I trust you.” I dropped the blanket.

I did my best not to worry about him being able to breathe under there or how he’d overheat or how a strange man was closer to my core than any other man had been. Milton had never gone down on me, and my other two boyfriends had never asked.

I couldn’t stop shaking with a mixture of terror and torment.

My cheeks burned with fire. I’d never been so embarrassed or so turned on.

And when he shifted and his head lowered beneath the covers, I squeaked in shock, then screamed in ecstasy as his tongue licked hard and long up my seam.

He didn’t build me slowly like before.

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