Page 32 of His to Take

With a rising sense of self-preservation, I crawled backwards onto the bed. He made no move to lift the covers, so I didn’t either. My fingers brushed against the pillows behind me, and I lay back slowly and spread my thighs once more. He moved to the end of the bed, practically feasting on the sight of my naked body lying before him.

I couldn’t deny that I liked the way it felt. I stared helplessly at his immense figure, so very tall, his shoulders broad and muscular, and those huge, rough hands opening and closing. That, along with his glittering eyes and the lengthening bulge inhis pants were the only signs he gave me that he was affected by my display. Looking at him, I had the odd thought that everything I could ever need was contained in this beautiful, brutal man.

His aura was one of raw power and it drew me in like a thirsty horse to water. I chewed the inside of my cheek, watching anxiously as he leaned over the bed and stared right down at my soaking wet pussy.

When he climbed onto the bed, my heart leapt into my throat. Before I knew what to do, he was leaning over me with his hands to either side of my waist, his stormy blue eyes staring directly into mine.

“You’re so beautiful like this, wet, afraid, and needy for me,” he mused, and my body heated with shameful arousal.

His fingers slid between my legs, gliding up and down my wet folds. I whined openly in disappointment when he pulled them away. I jerked back when he put those same fingers between my lips.

“Taste yourself.”

“I can’t do that!” appalled, I practically shrieked and clamped my mouth closed quickly, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his fingertips glistened with my own arousal right in front of my face. I blushed both at what he was asking me to do, and at the evidence of how he affected me right before my eyes - and his.

Kneeling up, his other hand captured my left nipple, holding it just firmly enough to warn me. With a hard swallow, I opened my mouth. He pushed his slickened digits in between my lips, sliding them back and forth and using the surface of my tongue to wash them off thoroughly.

The taste of my wetness was jarring. It was sweet, a bit tart and musky, reminding me of ripened cherries and vanilla. Shame whirled through me with wild abandon, but I knew that I was wetter than I was when he’d first touched me. When he finally pulled his fingers free from my mouth, I sighed in relief, but it was short lived.

He leaned down and kissed me, groaning as his tongue swirled in between my lips. Could he taste me too? Did he like that?

He drew backwards, sliding his legs gradually off the end of the bed as he trailed kisses across the side of my neck, between my breasts and down the expanse of my stomach until he reached my lower abdomen. I started, staring down as he looked back pointedly at me and then deliberately down at the cusp of my thighs. He had such a way of humiliating and arousing me simultaneously, with just a look.

“Wait,” I squeaked nervously.

He shook his head and kissed directly on top of my pussy. My entire body jolted with desire, but it felt far too shameful. Could he really be intending to do what it seemed? Did he mean to put his mouth on me… there? I tried to crawl backwards, but his forearms slid underneath my knees and yanked me back into place easily, spreading my knees to either side of his head as he knelt at the end of the bed. It was as though I was a feast laid before him and he was about to dive in face first.

“I’m going to taste you now, little girl. If you’re very good, I might just let you come for me. If you aren’t, well, I’m just going to have to punish you.”

A soft cry fell from my lips.

“It’s too… You can’t,” I protested feebly.

He used the flats of his fingers to slap my pussy hard enough to sting. Reflexively, my thighs pressed together, only to be stopped by the broad line of his shoulders in between them.

“I’m either going to kiss your pussy or I’m going to spank it bright red. Your choice, little girl,” he growled.

The sting from his palm was still swirling through me, making my entire pussy throb with a needy ache that I couldn’t ignore. On the one hand, his mouth between my legs seemed too disgraceful to imagine, but a real spanking on my pussy would be painful. I knew that just from the few stinging slaps he’d given me there already.

I made a choice.

“Please kiss me there, sir,” I whimpered.

“With pleasure,” he grinned. His eyes were dark as he lowered his head in between my legs. I closed my eyes, expecting it to be terrible and embarrassing and nothing like his fingers or mine, but when his mouth settled on top of my clit, I forgot about all of that.

His tongue slipped over my sensitive bundle of nerves and at once, a fierce frisson of desire hurtled through me. I was taken aback by just how impossibly good it felt. Then he flicked it, sliding the tip of his tongue around my clit.

My body practically shuddered. Without thinking, I reached down to grasp his head and he growled. I cried out when the wet warmth of his mouth drew away.

“Your hands are to either stay above your head or behind your back or if you’d rather, you may tease those hard little nipples of yours instead,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, ashamed that my hips were already lifting and seeking out the return of his mouth.

His tongue laved over my clit. One of his arms slid over my hips, pinning me down and taking control of me completely. My own hands found their way up to my breasts, tentatively exploring what it felt like to touch myself like this while his mouth suckled my clit.

My thighs trembled as he increased the pressure, his tongue dancing over my clit more firmly with every passing moment. He’d positioned his body in such a way that I couldn’t close my legs or push him away, which meant that I had no choice but to give in to his ministrations.

My back arched as I tweaked my nipples. I could feel myself racing toward the edge of orgasm once more. I tried to fight it, tried to tell myself that this was far too shameful a way to come, but nothing worked.

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