Page 143 of Innocent Intentions

“Scoot up and sit on my face.”

I snap my gaze to his. His eyes are gleaming with mischief, though the rest of his expression is deadly serious.

I laugh nervously and unsure, but the look he gives me wipes it clean off my face.

“What? No! Absolutely not.”

“Do it.” His voice sharpens.

“I’m too heavy.”

Slap. Same spot.

“Don’t say that. You’re nowhere near big, and I’m insulted you think I couldn’t handle you. I just lifted you off the floor while lying down.”

“I’ll smother you.”

“Death between my sweet girl’s thighs, her pussy drowning me, sounds like the perfect way to go.”

“But–”

“Now, Margot. Or I’ll spank you.”

Heat rushes through me.

“My dirty, little slut, already dripping. I can feel it through my shirt. Feel your thick thighs clench around me. I need to find a punishment you don’t enjoy… Edging and orgasm denial seemed to work.”

He’s right.

If he wants to suffocate between my thighs, then so be it.

I crawl up his body, and his hands guide me until my thighs are framing his face. I stay on my knees, hovering just above him.

“Grab the mic. Finish the chapter.”

“What?”

“You’re finishing the recording. Just like this.”

I stare at him, frozen.

Slap.

“Fuck! Stop doing that!”

“I can see, feel, and smell how turned on you are. Don’t pretend you hate it. Now read the scene.”

I grab the mic and play the track.

“I can’t even deny it. I’ll always want him. Nothing he’s done, nothing he could do would ever change that. My body knows its master–”

“You can come when you finish the chapter,” he growls then pulls me down.

His mouth pounces instantly. There’s no buildup. He’s slurping, tongue-fucking, devouring me.

I start grinding against his face. I can’t help it.

Slap.

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