Page 53 of O'Mega's Revenge
She shoved at me to get some space between our bodies.
I stepped back, confused.
“On your knees,” Tits demanded.
Well. That was not confusing at all. Especially when she ruched up her dress, being careful not to crush it.
As it cleared her thighs, I nudged her legs farther apart. The high heels on her feet were delicate little straps with a gilt padlock dangling from the ankle strap. The temptation to wrap my hand around her delicate feet and play with that lock was great, but my need for her was stronger. I lifted one leg, put it over my shoulder, and braced her other leg with a possessive hand that crept higher up her thigh until it met the round curve of her ass. I licked the slick little trail of her arousal and found the source easily.
She groaned as I sucked on her clit. “I need that.”
My tongue pressed hard to give her enough delicate pressure to feed her pleasure.
“Oh, Wolf, please.”
“Please, what?” I growled with a mouthful of her pussy.
“Do that again.” She shivered.
I made a noise that vibrated against her slick skin.
The shiver turned into a tremor of clenching pleasure. My tongue found her hole, and I dove in, licking her inside and out.
“Fingers.”
I paused just long enough to speak. “Say, please.”
“Wolf.”
I bit her thigh for that disobedience.
She cried out, and then put her wrist to her mouth to stop from screaming.
“Say, please, Meghan.” I gave her ass a tiny slap. It wasn’t nearly enough to hurt, but warned her that I could get wilder.
“Please, Wolf.”
I growled.
“Please put your fingers inside me. Please?”
That was more like it. I slid the hand that cupped her ass into the crack that had taunted me all night.
She jumped in shock as my middle and index finger brushed her puckered hole. “Not that—oh,” she gasped as I rimmed the opening and slid another finger into her pussy.
The change in her was beautiful. She dripped poise and grace outside, but now she was a study in pleasure that stripped away all the cold tension and transformed into a molten sex kitten as I played with her inside and out.
The skin of her wrist got teeth as she tried to control her volume, but I wasn’t having it. I pushed her harder, giving her as much as I could with my hands and mouth.
“Inside me,” she chanted.
I obliged, but her hips danced away from my touch. That meant I had to control her. Both hands caught her hips and held them as still as they could.
“Dick, please.”
She did say please, didn’t she?
I gave her one last good swipe with my tongue before standing up and digging a condom out. I doubted she’d want me dripping down her leg all night. She touched me, making it difficult to get sheathed quickly.
