Page 120 of Innocent Intentions

His gaze is feral, molten. “I’ve tasted you. Now, you’re going to taste me. Open wide, sweetheart. I know how much you love spit.”

His voice is unrecognizable. Consumed by lust.

Without thinking, I obey him. Like I always do.

I open my mouth.

And watch as he spits into it.

It’s animalistic. Barbaric. Vulgar.

And so damn hot.

I swallow eagerly.

I’ll take anything he gives me. Any part of him.

His eyes darken with approval.

“Good girl.”

My body ignites. I’d do anything to hear him say that.

He moves lower, trailing down my neck. His kisses are feather light, but his bites are brutal, hard enough to bruise.

You love it. Everyone who sees them will know you’re his.

He licks over the marks, soothing the sting, before moving lower.

His teeth clamp down on my nipple, tugging, sending fireworks through my body.

I scream.

“I love these huge tits.” His growl is primal, raw. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

All the while, he’s still slamming into me.

I reach for my clit, desperate to push myself over the edge, but he slaps my hand away, and pins my wrists above my head.

“My naughty little slut.” His smirk is dark amusement. “I control your pleasure. You don’t get to touch this needy clit unless I say so. You only come when I tell you to.”

His fingers hover, barely brushing my swollen clit. Not enough contact.

“Does my sweet girl want to come?” he taunts.

“Please, Matty.” I whimper.

“Not until I give you permission. It’d be a long month with no orgasms.”

It’s torture.

He’s torturing me. With a feather-light touch.

Then, suddenly, pleasure.

“Come for me. Scream my name. NOW!” He commands as he pinches my clit.

Oh. My. Fuck.

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