Page 29 of Nowhere to Run

I stole a quick glance at the clock.

7:30 p.m.

Just enough time.

His tongue slipped along the curve of my ass, slow, teasing, savoring.

Then—his teeth.

A light graze, just enough to make me shiver, as though he were restraining himself from sinking in. His hands tightened their grip, spreading me wider.

Then—a sharp smack.

“Ouch!” I gasped, the sting spreading, radiating through me in a hot, pulsing ache.

He only chuckled.

“You think that hurts?” His fingers kneaded the spot he’d slapped, soothing. “You haven’t felt anything yet.”

A whimper slipped from my lips as his head dropped lower, his hands spreading my legs apart from behind. Then I felt his tongue. Teasing my clit, hot, wet and relentless.

I gasped as my back arched, giving him better access.

“I could spend all night here,” he groaned, flicking his tongue across me. Then—his fingers. Two thick digits slid inside, stretching me, filling me, curling just right.

A moan slipped out, unrestrained.

He pumped them deep, his tongue continuing its ruthless assault, licking, sucking, teasing.

“So wet for me,” he hissed, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Such a little slut.”

Suddenly he stopped.

He pulled away, and crawled up to the top of the bed. He stretched out onto his back, arms loose at his sides, gaze dark with command.

“Get on top of me,” he ordered. “Sit on my face.”

My breath hitched.

A rush of heat shot through me as I moved up toward the headboard, gripping the wooden frame. Hesitation flickered for half a second.

“Don’t be nervous,” he rumbled, voice thick with anticipation.

“I can take your weight.”

Slowly, I let myself sink down, thighs quivering as his hands gripped my ass, guiding me. I gasped as his lips met my clit. His tongue circled slowly, teasing, then building up to a faster rhythm. My fingers curled tight around the headboard as his hands spread me wider, holding me exactly where he wanted.

Then I felt his fingers. Slipping deep inside me again. He worked them furiously, in and out, while his tongue lashed against my clit.

“So fucking good,” he moaned.

My thighs clenched around his head, my body trembling.

His hands reached up, gripping my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples till I screamed out.

“Oh my fucking god!” I breathed, as an intense wave of pleasure rushed over me, starting at my clit and radiating outward, to my pussy, pulsing through my core. I ground my hips down lower, unable to stop myself, riding his mouth, his fingers.

It was too much–too good.

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