Page 69 of Hell to Pay

But she owned it now, staring down at me with a mixture of angry lust I understood all too well.

I stood, and she reached for the button on my jeans.

I grabbed her wrist and stared into her eyes. “You can say no at any time, Lilah. But I’m not Jude. I’m not Nolan. I’m not going to ask before I lick your pussy, before I fuck you until you scream. I take. That’s what I do. So if you want to stop, it’s on you to say so. Do you understand?”

I thought she might say no then. Decide it was too much. Too risky.

Fuck, I half wanted her to say no, because I knew that once I really had a taste of her I would be ruined for anyone else.

She tossed the knife aside and unzipped my jeans, then closed her palm around the shaft of my throbbing cock. “I won’t want to stop.”

I closed my eyes, the ecstasy of finally feeling her hand on my dick almost too much to bear, and lowered my mouth to hers. I kissed her slowly this time, savoring the wet slide of her tongue on mine, the slow stroke of her hand on my dick. The head of my cock bumped against her bare stomach and it took every bit of discipline I had — which was a lot — not to drive into her then and there.

I’d waited five years for this moment. Five years of dreaming about her naked body, imagining what it would be like to finally taste her, to finally be inside her.

I wasn’t about to rush it.

She gasped when I broke the kiss and I touched my lips to the corners of her luscious mouth, then flicked my tongue out to lick the gap between her teeth before tugging on her lip with my teeth.

I wanted to eat her whole.

I bent my neck to pull one of her nipples into my mouth and she sighed and leaned her head back against the mirrored wall behind us.

Her tits were so full, so heavy, the perfect buds of her nipples hard under my tongue. I nipped at the one in my mouth and heard her let out a little yelp.

I lifted my head. “Tell me to stop.”

She slid her hands into my hair and pulled me back to her tit. “Don’t you dare.”

I nipped at it again, then slid my hands down her soft stomach and over her mound, covered with fair, silky hair. I groaned against her nipple, still in my mouth, when I ran my fingers through the folds of her pussy.

She was fucking soaked.

I lifted my head. “You’re a dirty girl, Lilah. A perfect dirty girl. I always knew you would be.”

She stroked my cock, rubbed her finger on the tip, then lifted it to her mouth to lick off my pre-come.

“Fuuuuck…” I dropped to my knees, a supplicant at her feet, more than willing to worship at the altar of her body.

I tapped at the inside of her knees and she widened her stance, giving me a perfect view of her wet pussy.

“That’s my good girl.” I leaned in, ran my tongue through the petals of her sex and felt my dick pulse in her hand, just the taste of her enough to make me want to come.

“You’re fucking delicious, Lilah.”

She moaned when I slid three of my fingers inside her, then gasped when I closed my mouth on the hard bud of her clit.

I sucked hard and her hands tightened in my hair. The sting of it made me harder, and I buried my face in her pussy, driving my fingers inside her, loving the way she rocked her hips against my face, reaching for the orgasm I felt building in the coiled tension of her body.

I wanted to own her. To occupy her.

I added a fourth finger and pushed inside her, then my thumb, until most of my hand was inside her. She cried out.

But she didn’t tell me to stop.

And I knew she didn’t want me to stop, knew by the way her pussy got wetter, the way she started grinding on my face, her breath coming in short little gasps as she came closer to coming.

“Fuck…” she moaned. “Fuck…”

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