Page 53 of Inferno

“More what?” I smirk.

“Please, please, give me more.”

Her breathing gets heavier and I slide my fingers out. Her brows furrow, the disappointment clear as her body relaxes against the table.

She goes to close her legs and I push them back down, tutting and shaking my head.

“Remember who is in control here, heartbreaker. Did I say I was done?” She shakes her head and I push down harder on her thighs, digging my fingers into her skin.

“You don’t want me to get on my knees and taste you? Fuck you with my tongue and drink chocolate milkshake out of your sweet cunt? Hmm? Patience is rewarded. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

She sucks in a breath as I release her, stepping back.

“I do. I want to be good,” she says quietly.

Grabbing the container from the counter, I flick off the lid, letting it drop to the floor. Tipping back my head, I pour some in my mouth and swallow.

“Pretty nice. Usually I’m a whiskey man. But it appears, for you, I make exceptions.”

Placing the bottle next to her, I bend over, grabbing her by the neck to lift her face to mine and slam my lips over hers, letting her moan in my mouth as my tongue explores hers.

I’m hungry for her. Starving even. I lean back and rip off her bra, groaning as I look at her perfect tits; her nipples are already begging to be sucked.

Laying her back down flat, I begin exploring her. Dragging my tongue down her smooth neck, down to her breasts, taking one rosy bud in my mouth and biting. She hisses as my teeth sink in, I glance up and she’s watching my every move.

With curiosity, but also desire in those beautiful eyes. I move over to give some attention to the other, letting my hand slide down her toned stomach and cupping her throbbing pussy.

I smirk as I continue my journey down her body, letting my tongue run over her skin, watching her heat up beneath my touch. Her breathing becomes more frantic, but she’s relaxed and hungry for more.

Stopping just as my face is positioned in front of her sweet, glistening cunt, I look up at her and smirk.

“You good, baby?” I ask, looking for her reassurance.

“Better than good.” She grins, showing me those perfect white teeth.

The more I relax her, the more she comes out of her shell. Ideally, I want to get to that badass I saw taking down a man outside the hotel. A niggling feeling catches in my chest.

That will take time. More than one night. I shake the thought away. I can enjoy her and worry about that later.

“Good. Now, prop yourself up on your forearms and watch. See how much I fucking love eating you. And trust me, I’m going to enjoy seeing you react to my tongue.”

Her eyes go wide the second my mouth connects with her pussy. With my hands on her hips, I start off slow with circles on her clit.

“Oh my god,” she whispers under her breath.

“You’ve never been eaten out before?”

She shakes her head and I frown.

“You’ve had sex before, right?” I ask and give her another lick to calm her down.

She nods her head, not enthusiastically. I don’t like her reactions to these questions.

“You had an orgasm before, from this?” I sit back slightly and replace my tongue with my fingers.

She chews on her lip, so I slide a finger inside her. Fuck, my dick is begging to get inside her.

“No.”

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