Page 80 of Darling Obsession

Her hips buck.

“Naughty girl,” I chastise her. “Tonight, you’ll keep your hips completely still while I make you climax. And when you do…” I flicker my tongue over one cherry-bright nipple. “You’ll earn yourself another orgasm.”

She swallows, and bites the side of her lip.

I kiss my way down her belly, placing a kiss between each word. “Not… one… twitch.” I glance up at her. “Do you understand?”

“Y—yes, Harlan,” she breathes nervously.

When my fingers drift toward her pussy, her whole body tenses.

“Just try to relax,” I say soothingly, my breath teasing her clit. “And enjoy your punishment.”

“Th-this is punishment?”

“Yes. Good girls get to come. Bad girls have to wait.”

“Oh, god,” she moans.

I start playing with her pussy. Teasing with my fingers. Tasting with my tongue. Sucking. Kissing.

I listen to her answering moans like sweet, sexy music.

I tease her clit until it’s nice and swollen.

Then I play with her tits for a while. Plucking at her swollen pink nipples. Taking my time. Licking. Nibbling.

“Making you suffer with pleasure…” I tell her, “just makes my cock throb harder.”

She groans.

I play with her clit some more, alternating between licking and suckling, until her cries of pleasure mix with sobs of ecstasy. Her hips twitch, just barely, and I sink my teeth into the softness of her upper thigh.

She squeals a little.

“You moved.”

“I did not,” she pants.

I suck her clit into my mouth and flicker the tip of my tongue over it, hard. Tears run down her temples as she quivers. Her tits jiggle with the effort as she hyperventilates.

But her hips don’t move.

“That’s much better,” I murmur, and reward her with a much gentler lashing of my tongue.

She presses her lips together, muffling a soft scream.

Then she gasps, “I think I hate you, Harlan,” her voice drunk with pleasure.

“Is that any way to talk to the gentleman who’s eating your pussy?”

I slide my middle finger into it, making her groan deliriously.

She trembles, but her hips remain flat on the bed as I fuck her in long, slow strokes with my finger. She’s trying so hard. Taking her orders like a very good girl.

“And by the way, your pussy issoaked.”

“You’re a monster,” she moans, her pussy pulsing around my finger.

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