Page 30 of Snow Bound

Her thighs flexed so hard they nearly slapped his ears. He planted a hand on each knee and shoved them flat again while the taste of her soaked into his mouth. “Keep them there or I won’t eat your pussy,” he warned and licked her again. Her strangled, garbled curse made him laugh, low and triumphant, then he went to work.

He stroked his tongue over her clit, hard, and she yipped in distress. He gave her one more rough lick, just for fun, then backed off to focus on the area around and above the little bundle of nerves. He was patient, thorough, and soon enough her hips were twisting and pumping, broken little cries spilling from her throat. Her pussy fluttered against his tongue, and wanting to feel it happen, shoved two fingers into her cunt. Hard.

She broke with a short scream, her cunt clamping down around his fingers as her hips bucked and her clit pulsed under his lips. He continued to lick and fuck her with his fingers to draw out the spasms, and only stopped when she collapsed, limp, onto the bed.

He lifted his head and waited until she’d opened hazy eyes and focused on him. “Still green?”

Her smile was hazy, satisfied, and just a little smug. “Uh-huh.

“Good. Let me know if that changes.”

“Changes?” she echoed, surprise and confusion replacing the satisfied gleam in her velvet eyes.

“I’m not done with your punishment yet,” he said and bent his head again.

This time he went slow. Feather-light licks, shallow pumps of his fingers. He avoided her clit all together, concentrating on plump pussy lips and the delicate opening that fluttered and pulsed. Her feeble moans and incomprehensible babbling made him laugh, which seemed to make her both hotter and madder. By the time he got her off a second time, she was a mess—sweaty, incoherent, and barely conscious.

“Gah,” she said, her body limp, eyes closed.

“I’m going to take that as a thank you,” he drawled and drew her legs down, one at a time, using his thumbs to massage the stretched tendons of her inner thighs until she was half asleep and all but purring.

Coming up on his knees, he grabbed her hips in a hard grip. Her eyes popped wide. “What...?”

He flipped her over onto her belly and yanked her ass high. “Oh, did you think we were done?”

“Oh, God,” she groaned into the bed. “I don’t think I can.”

“Don’t worry,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll do all the work.”

“Oh, God,” she wailed.

He laughed and palmed her ass, giving the firm, full cheeks—still red from the spanking—a hard squeeze just to hear her answering squeal. Then he used his thumbs to spread her open. She was a deep pink now, almost red, swollen and wide open and so wet her thighs were slick halfway to the knee. Her butt was wet too, both cheeks slippery under his hands, and her cute little asshole glistened.

“You should see yourself, Anna.” He brushed her swollen hole lightly with the pad of his thumb, just enough to barely penetrate, and was rewarded with a little flutter of the muscles there. “Your pussy is so needy it’s trying to suck me in.”

She whimpered into the sheet, and her pussy flexed again.

“Greedy, needy, bad girl pussy.” he growled and moved his thumb higher. “And what about this pretty little asshole? Is that needy too?”

He was trying to kill her. Her breath was wheezing in and out of her lungs like she’d just run a marathon, and her heart was pounding so loud it sounded like a drumline in her ears. When she felt the slick glide of his thumb across her quivering anus, she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

His hand landed with a sharp crack on her ass. She would’ve jerked against the pain, but she didn’t have the energy anymore.

“I asked you a question,” he said, his breath tickling the wet pucker.

She might not have the energy to move, but she could still sass. “What was it again?”

This time the smack hit her other cheek, dragging a groan out of her.

“I said, is this pretty little asshole greedy too?” he repeated and punctuated the words by replacing his thumb with his tongue.

“Oh fuck.” She pushed back, everything in her straining to meet that wicked caress, but it was gone as quickly as it had come.

The sharp edge of his teeth scraped over one cheek, then the other, adding agony to the already tortured flesh before returning again to the sensitive skin between. “Don’t make me ask again, Anna.”

“Yes,” she breathed, straining against his hold. It felt so deliciously wicked, his tongue on her asshole, that it nearly pushed her to the begging point.

“Yes, what?” he prompted.

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