Page 38 of The Trap

“Fuck papi,” she purrs jokingly. “You really know how to get a girl going when you’re about to eat her pussy, talking about killing two birds with one stone.”

My cock twitches at her diss because she really knows how to get a guy going so close to her goddamn pussy, calling him papi.Fuck.

I look up and her entire face is twisted in a scowl, except for those eyes. Those truth-tellers betray her, and they are full of want, full of all the words she refuses to say to me.

“Are you ready to feed the meter?” I purposely have my mouth inches from the lace of her panties.

Her hips buck ever so slightly, still trying so damn hard to keep this stubborn act of hers up.

“For me to get my pussy licked so we can get out of here and on with this hell fest? Absolutely.”

A groan rumbles my throat at her response. I love how bold she is and how she thinks by being so crass and forward, it doesn’t solidify the desire I have for her.

I inch my fingers closer to her center, ready to cast the fabric aside and dive in, but she clicks her tongue to steal my attention.

Blowing a small burst of warm air to her throbbing and ready center, I extend my tongue. Dragging the pad of my tongue up, I tease the lace of her panties, soaking in her arousal that has spilled past the barrier of fabric. A whimper, soft and undeniable, sounds. I keep my eyes on her even as my tongue reaches just above her clit.

“Yes?” I ask, keeping my gaze locked on hers.

“You can be rough,” she breathes.

Pressing a soft kiss on the lace that conceals her clit from me, I murmur, “You got it pretty girl.” I pause, skating my hands to that perfect, juicy ass of hers again, alternating a spank per ass cheek, and wouldn’t you know, she moans…again. This time louder, needier. She’s breaking for me, and I’m getting high on her wreckage.

“Colson,” she whines, my name an aphrodisiac coming from her bratty mouth.

“Moan like your life depends on it. We have a meter to feed after all,” I remind her. Never in my life have I ever been so grateful to be stuck in an undisclosed location, because this is the shit dreams–or nightmares–are made of, but since I’m with her, I never want to wake up.

Her hips spring forward, “Well, get to it,” she quips, but her demand doesn’t camouflage her blatant need.

I reposition myself at her center, practically salivating at the arousal leaking past the lace that separates her from my more than ready tongue. In silence, I slither my fingers, pushing the fabric aside slowly, making her sweat out each and every moment.

Exposing her wet slit, I inch my tongue at a snail’s pace until the very tip teases her entrance. A moan like I’ve never heard before breaks that reluctant mouth of hers, followed by another jolt of her hips. She’s getting desperate. I like her like this, way more than I fucking should. It’s like payback for all the times she has intentionally grated my nerves, except her punishment ismypleasure. And if reprimanding her means I get to collect her come on my tongue, then I’ll be ruthless, punishing her any chance I get, just so I can drown in her…even if it’s only in this moment.

My tongue flicks at her aching lips, and immediately my cock thickens at the taste of her.

I dart my muscle further into her pussy, her tender flesh accommodating me as I capture more of her arousal onto my tongue. She writhes against my face, clearly needing more, but if there’s something I love just as much as making her come, it’s teasing the fuck out of her. Edging her into oblivion.

Retracting the wet muscle of my tongue, I swallow, savoring every drop of her. Her sweet tang like an elixir and poison all in one. Satiating my cravings while slowly killing off whatever willpower I tried to maintain so I could pretend I’m not addicted to her.

“More,” she begs, and as I peer up at her, expecting a reprimanding and angry glare, I’m surprised to find her eyes closed with her lip trapped between her teeth. With my face still hovering over her cunt, I purse my lips and blow a warm gust of air to her bundle of nerves, resulting in yet another whimper driving the dial on the scream meter up.

“That’s a good–” I begin, but my words have the opposite effect on her. The hourglass hips that were dancing near my mouth come to a screeching halt and her eyes jolt open.

Her tongue clicks for my attention.

“Yes?”

“If you call me a good girl, I’m going to gag,” she spits. Literally. A long stream of salvia falls from her mouth, landing on her throat, looking like a fucking snack for me to lick up.

I rise and bring my tongue that she wants so badly to fuck her needy cunt up to where her spit glistens on her skin. Tongue extended, I lick up after her, cleaning up her mess. I groan, and my lips vibrate against her smooth skin. I don’t stop lapping at her neck until all her saliva is mine and another moan falls from her mouth, feeding the meter another notch.

Dragging my tongue up her neck, I continue until I hit the curve of her chin. I bare my teeth, nibbling at her skin, and Iswear I hear her purr. Pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheeks, my lips travel to her ear. “Not into praise, are you?”

She nudges her head, forcing me to move from her ear and instead looking her directly in those big brown eyes. “No. I’m not much for praise. Unless you’re willing to let me go and congratulate me for–” she stops, angling her head to the speaker to shout, “killing these motherfuckers who brought us here!” Her words earn us another inch on the scream meter, but this isn’t how I want to get out of here. I want to use this moment to my advantage and have fun with her headstrong self so we can play this game we’ve been forced into the right way.My way.

“Ssh,” I silence her anger, bringing one finger to her lips to hush her while my free hand drops to her dripping wet cunt. “Would you rather I tease you and make you my lying little whore for the time being? Is that what you want?” I grunt.

She nods her head, desire running fucking rampant in her eyes, oozing from her every slutty and perfect pore. But it’s not enough. I want to hear her say it. I want to hear the inflection of her voice when she breaks little by little…for me. I want to witness her stubbornness wilt as she’s dying a little bit inside with every syllable, denying her body what it wants. “That’s not good enough,” I groan, falling to my knees with newfound speed. My kneecaps practically crash on the concrete as my mouth moves like it’s fucking magnetized to her pussy, lapping at her waiting arousal. “Say it,” I mutter into her pussy, teasing her center with my words before taking my tongue to her clit, sucking it like it’s the fucking antidote to my depraved sickness for her. “Use your words and tell me what you want.”

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