Page 97 of Anchor

“Fuck, the way you taste,” he said. “What the hell are you made of, woman?” But he wasn’t looking at me anymore—his eyes were on my pussy. I wanted to be embarrassed, to at least try to close my legs or call his name to distract him, except I wanted his mouth more. I wanted his mouth everywhere. And to see the obsession in his dark eyes as he took in every little inch of me was worth all the embarrassment in the world.

Then he dove in.

Gently at first, playing with me with his tongue, pressing it to my clit, moaning together with me. Then he stuck that tongue inside me, as far as it could go, and I swear I saw the sky exactly as it was outside.

His hand gripped my hip tightly and he dug his fingers in.

“Sweetness?” I raised my head and looked down at him, barely breathing. “Don’t come until I say so.”

He didn’t even let me complain. He dove in again like he meant it this time, and it was violent. It was fast. He pulled my clit between his teeth then flicked his tongue over it until I screamed. It hurt so beautifully when he sucked hard, and then he brought his fingers to my entrance while he still held my hips down with his other hand. I couldn’t move, not even close to as fast as I wanted, so I let go of the sheets and I grabbed his hair in my hands, and I moved his head up and down, just like I needed.

The problem was that he knew how to get me to the edge fast, and I lost control of my body and my mind, and I couldn’t even tell you my own name in those moments, let alone maintain control over my body or emotions.

All I had and all I clung to was Taland.

“Don’t. Come.”

I’d been about to, just a second away when he let go of my pussy and the wet sounds that had been in my ears from his lips and tongue disappeared. His fingers weren’t pumping in and out of me either.

It was like he took the whole world from under my feet. I cried out, unable to make words, but he didn’t care. He lowered to my pussy again, and he went slowly, tasting and trying and biting and sucking, while his curved fingers slipped inside me again.

I cried out his name, tried to tell him that I couldn’t hold back when he was doing this to me, but he just kept going. I didn’t dare disobey him for fear he’d stop. With my teeth gritted and my eyes squeezed shut, I kept my back on the bed and I didn’t move while he had his way with me until—what felt like years later to me—he finally gave me the fucking permission:“Let go, sweetness.”

I came seconds later, which was embarrassing all on its own.

Taland stayed between my legs for a little while longer, licked every little bit of my juices, kissing and biting me while his hands traveled up to my breasts to play with my nipples.

And when he was done, I could see with semi clarity again, could make out the shape of him, could hear it when he jumped off the bed and to his feet.

“Get up,” he ordered, and my body moved like I wasn’t in charge of it at all. I swear his words hadn’t even registered before I was on my feet in front of him, breathing heavily, eyes wide open and my pussy on fire.

He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me until my back hit the wall, and I thought he was going to turn me around so he could fuck me quickly like we did when we first came into this house, but Taland had other plans.

“Lean your shoulders against the wall and raise your leg,” he said, touching my left thigh, and I did. He grabbed it, pulled it up all the way over his hips, and moved back a step, his eyes between our bodies. My shoulders still touched the wall, but I could see plenty when he took another half step back, his hand under my thigh as he held my leg up, his other on his cock as he slowly guided his tip up and down my folds. He hissed and whispered praise as he teased me, pressing his tip onto my clit and circling it slowly until I was moaning again, so ready for him my pussy throbbed.

Then he brought his tip to my entrance, and I couldn’t help myself—I pushed my hips up and took him in, just a little.

A string of curse words left his lips, and when he slapped my ass, the sound of it would have been my undoing if he’d been deeper inside me.

“Damn it, sweetness. You know I can’t resist you,” he said, angry and desperate at the same time, and he wanted to pull himself out of me, wanted to continue to play with me for a little longer, but he couldn’t. Not anymore. Not now when he was halfway inside me already.

“Oops,” I whispered with barely any voice, and Taland grinned. He slapped my ass again, harder than the first time, and the stinging just intensified my pleasure.

“Naughty little Rose,” he whispered, slowly coming in closer, filling me up all the way.

Goddess, he felt better each time, and I wasn’t even exaggerating.

“Tell me, baby, how far can you raise your leg for me? I’ve been dying to see how much you can stretch,” he whispered,coming closer until he was inside me to the base, and he grabbed my leg that was around his hip, and raised it up slowly.

It hurt to be stretched so tightly, but I didn’t mind. His cock was inside me and I didn’t want to be in any other position right now.

Taland raised my leg all the way until my ankle rested on his shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine, that wicked grin on his lips.

“My, my, sweetness,” he whispered, caressing my leg, bringing his hips closer slowly. “This is impressive.” Then he pushed himself into me all the way.

I cried out both from pain and from pleasure. I hadn’t been stretched like this since the training academy, and my ligaments needed a moment to adjust, but when they did, all I felt was his cock, so deep inside me, so perfectly curved that I was sure I could touch it if I pressed on my pelvis.

“This okay?” Taland asked, rising up on his toes to get even deeper, and my response was another moan, this one out of pure pleasure.

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