Page 39 of His Temptation
His eyes are locked on my hand as it moves slowly over me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so unlike me, yet I’ve never felt so empowered before.
“Pull your panties to the side. I need to see your pussy,” he says as his hands clutch his thighs.
I wonder if he’s trying not to touch me … or himself. He has a tortured look on his face.
I oblige, and he lets out a groan in response.
“Fuck, look at that pussy. It’s glistening. Did you finger yourself at all when you thought of me?”
I shake my head. It never occurred to me to do that. I was too lost in how good it felt just to massage my clit.
“Are you telling me you’ve never had anything in that virgin pussy of yours? Not even a finger?”
I confirm his suspicions as my fingers still work circles on myself, the sensations getting more intense with how dirty his words are.
“Fuuuck,” he responds like he’s in pain. He stands from his chair and places his hands on his desk, caging me in. With his lips a breath away from mine, he whispers, “My finger is going to be the first thing your pussy feels, baby. Do you know how hard that makes me?”
I don’t answer, thinking that must be more of a rhetorical question. Then his lips touch mine, and I’m completely lost to this man. My brain malfunctions when he kisses me. All I’m capable of doing is feeling.
His hands move to my back, where he moves them up and down in an almost-soothing manner. It feels like he’s trying to convey to me that he’s going to take care of me. Then he breaks our kiss and pulls away. His eyes remain on me while he places his thumb back on my clit.
“Just lie back and relax,” he demands. “Let me make you feel good.”
Instead of fighting him on his bossiness, which I would normally do, I lean back again. We both watch in awe as his thumb dips down to my pussy, then moves back to my clit. His thumb glides along my clit easier now with my arousal all over.
Then he drops to his knees and pushes me so I’m leaning further back and he has better access to me. With each thumb, he spreads me apart. I watch him lick his lips, like he’s salivating at the sight of me exposed to him.
“Fucking perfect,” he says under his breath before he takes his pointer finger and runs it up and down my pussy.
He moves it around my clit a couple of times before he brings it back to my opening and pushes the tip in. He looks up at me before pushing all the way in. The invasion is shocking and has me gasping at the foreign sensations running through me.
His lips part as he holds his finger in place, giving me time to adjust to it. The sheer hunger on his face is magnetic. He pulls it out slowly, then pushes it back in again, this time a bit harder.
“Ahhh,” I cry.
“Did that hurt?” he asks with so much concern that I need to erase it from my memory so I don’t end up thinking he’s a good guy.
I shake my head. “No,” I breathe. “It felt … amazing.”
He smiles. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
He continues to move his finger in and out of me several times before he tells me he’s going to add a second finger. I have toadjust to it again, but it doesn’t take long before he’s moving them again and I’m a withering mess.
Just when I think nothing can feel better, he leans down without warning and lightly runs his tongue along my clit.
“Ohhh,” I moan at the brief touch.
“You want more of that, Kylie?” he asks smugly.
I nod my head quickly. If that’s what it feels like to have a tongue on me, I want more, and I want it now. He chuckles at my eager response. Then he does it again but with a little more pressure. The feeling is indescribable. The nerves there are so sensitive right now that he barely has to touch me and it generates so much pleasure.
He places his lips completely against me and starts to wiggle his tongue back and forth with a speed that seems unusually fast.
“HOLY. SHIT!” I scream. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t miss a beat, just keeps licking and flicking while his fingers drive into me, making me go higher and higher until I’m screaming his name as the most powerful orgasm—not that I have much to compare it to—takes over.
