Page 44 of Wrapped in Silver

His other hand already zips the fly of my jeans down, then when he releases my face, he yanks them down with both hands, leaving my skin scratching from the sudden move. He’s on one knee for me now—and my obsessive brain sees another life where a smoking hot mobster is proposing to a police princess.

The spell is broken when he tugs off one boot to find one of my overly fuzzy lion socks again. He smirks and shakes his head, then rips that off too.

I’m freezing everywhere but my thighs now, completely naked save for the scarf around my neck.

Is it bad I want him to choke me with it?

Yeah, it’s bad.

This whole thing’s bad. I’m in a fucking shed, with a madman, doing—oh!

His lips press against my inner thigh, visible breath steaming from his mouth as he moves to the other one, slowly pushing my legs open as I lean my bare ass onto the wooden table. I definitely got a splinter just now, and yet, I don’t even feel it.

“This is wrong,” he growls, kissing farther up.

I’m embarrassed when a fresh stream of wetness spruces my slit, his finger nearing it already glistening. I’m a bad girl. I was never supposed to be Rapunzel locked up, being a bean counter for some small-time firm.

I should be here, living dangerously—“Mmph.”

His tongue delicately touches my clit, before he goes back down to kissing my thigh.

This man is a fucking tease.

When I squirm, his harsh grip keeps me in place. He’s toying with me, asserting his dominance with every tiny action he takes.

“We shouldn’t continue,” his voice purrs through his lips, vibrating my body.

I wrap my leg around his head, and thrust my pelvis into his face, begging him to stop teasing.

Finally, he obliges. But it’s not relief I feel. It’s an anxious amount of pleasure.

His tongue hardens and softens like an eel, sending little electrical pulses spinning into my chest. I’m surrounded by tools, in some killer’s shed, getting tongue-fucked… and it’s incredible.

He swallows all of my juice with pleasure, and it’sa lot. I don’t know if I’m ovulating or what, butmy God, I feel it pouring out of me.

Maybe it’s just what this man does to me.

Pulses come in droves. I have three at once…

Then another two.

An orgasm is coming with little warning. My nails dig into his perfect hair. His grunts remind me that I’m not the only one getting pleasure out of this.

My vision goes white and clears. I must look like a crazy person—because I can’t control my expression. A gust of cold air freezes my wide-open mouth as I fold forward.

Oh my God.

My legs are trembling as the pinnacle comes, and it’s exacerbated by my view. Beyond his long tongue and longer fingers, I see his other hand holding a snake that’s as hard as a rock. His fist barely covers half of it.

When did he even take it—Oh… fuck!

My eyes roll to the back of my head. His tongue feels like it’s in my stomach, and I imagine his cock sliding in next. He knows just when to release pressure on my clit, and then comes back for more. It’s like he’s in my head.

When I relax and lean back on the table, I take a long breath to internalize what just happened. I haven’t orgasmed like thatever. Not ever.

I have to let him fuck me after that. It’s only fair.

My energy returns when I realize only a small piece of the puzzle’s been completed. It’s his turn.

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